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snowblindrpg2016-10-08 02:21 am
haillenarte) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-10-08 02:21 am
Entry tags:
- *network,
- *open,
- aymeric de borel (ffxiv),
- brian thomas (marble hornets),
- charles yvry (original),
- davesprite (homestuck),
- enoch (el shaddai),
- francel de haillenarte (ffxiv),
- frisk (undertale),
- gregory house (house md),
- haurchefant greystone (ffxiv),
- jim hawkins (treasure planet),
- lutha pahr (original),
- merlwyb bloefhiswyn (ffxiv),
- quark (zero escape),
- stephanie brown (dc),
- zach spencer (lazer team),
- zell dincht (final fantasy viii)
[network] @joacin; video/audio/text; poof [day 164]
[@joacin's voice is calm, husky, and professional.]
I would like to announce that the rubble in the museum has been cleared. There is now a viable path to the other side.
[there is an accompanying video:
the camera focuses on haurchefant — who else? — doing some heavy lifting, shouldering a large block of concrete from the pile and pushing it to one side. he isn't wearing a shirt, and even in the dim lighting of the museum, his muscles glisten with an alluring mist of moisture. haurchefant grunts. he doesn't seem entirely aware he's being filmed.
the camera then pans over to aymeric, who is just as topless and well-built as the first elezen, though considerably more tan, and less sweaty. he pauses in his work to sigh and roll his shoulders, running one hand through his dark and attractively disheveled hair. the camera keeps moving. house and merlwyb come into frame, but even though merlwyb has stripped down to a fairly revealing cotton bodice, the video doesn't linger on her. instead, it moves toward the last of the ishgardian knights, estinien, who has just finished removing the last of his armor; his back muscles flex while he pulls his luxurious silver locks into a ponytail — and just as he turns around, the video ends.]
Thank you for your patience regarding this matter.
[...unsurprisingly, five minutes later, @joacin posts another message to the network.]
apolgies
my apologies
please do not watch the preceding clip, here is the correct video
i am deeply sorry please frgvie me goodbye
[the second accompanying video is much shorter, and simply features the rubble pile collapsing in a cloud of dust, metal, wood, and glass while a startled hange yelps and moves out of the way. when the dust settles, there's a clear path to the other side! how nice!
...no shirtless elves in sight!]
I would like to announce that the rubble in the museum has been cleared. There is now a viable path to the other side.
[there is an accompanying video:
the camera focuses on haurchefant — who else? — doing some heavy lifting, shouldering a large block of concrete from the pile and pushing it to one side. he isn't wearing a shirt, and even in the dim lighting of the museum, his muscles glisten with an alluring mist of moisture. haurchefant grunts. he doesn't seem entirely aware he's being filmed.
the camera then pans over to aymeric, who is just as topless and well-built as the first elezen, though considerably more tan, and less sweaty. he pauses in his work to sigh and roll his shoulders, running one hand through his dark and attractively disheveled hair. the camera keeps moving. house and merlwyb come into frame, but even though merlwyb has stripped down to a fairly revealing cotton bodice, the video doesn't linger on her. instead, it moves toward the last of the ishgardian knights, estinien, who has just finished removing the last of his armor; his back muscles flex while he pulls his luxurious silver locks into a ponytail — and just as he turns around, the video ends.]
Thank you for your patience regarding this matter.
[...unsurprisingly, five minutes later, @joacin posts another message to the network.]
apolgies
my apologies
please do not watch the preceding clip, here is the correct video
i am deeply sorry please frgvie me goodbye
[the second accompanying video is much shorter, and simply features the rubble pile collapsing in a cloud of dust, metal, wood, and glass while a startled hange yelps and moves out of the way. when the dust settles, there's a clear path to the other side! how nice!
...no shirtless elves in sight!]
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...Perhaps. But I oft feel so terribly old. And already I have so many regrets. And so many burdens, and in all this time I have done so little...
Sometimes I think it impossible for me to ever be a man of value.
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Regardless, there are opportunities. When this is all over, I will take you under my wing.
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[this is the kindness by which he became the lord commander, and now the azure dragoon reborn, francel reflects, with a characteristic wistfulness. but that's just the problem, isn't it? francel the lord has such different views on forgiveness and war and vengeance. francel the man had so many things he wanted that he'll now never have because of the new peace.
more than that, here in norfinbury, aymeric is estinien's friend. and francel, as a lord and as a man, does not like estinien. but he knows (or he thinks he knows) what would happen if aymeric had to choose.
so these are only empty words in the end. pretty, but empty, to francel's ear.]
...I still think there will rise a morrow where even you will come to hate me. But I... I pray it is not soon.
Pounds table and chants FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING
laughs into the distance
[francel fidgets audibly.]
...But I thank you for your forgiveness and understanding, Ser Aymeric.
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[Pause]
We could do well with a good oracle in our midsts. What else do you see for us?
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I am no oracle, ser. I speak merely of feelings... not what is writ in the heavens.
There was once a time when I could read the stars as well as any aspiring astrologian — but the stars here are all wrong.
[it's a fitting analogy for his life.]
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[He sighs, considering Francel and Norfinbury for a moment.]
It is in the subtler things too we find discomfort. I have seen few stars through these dusty windows, yet naught I recognize. I am full glad to have you and our countrymen here, or I wouldn't know which way was up.
voice/action
[francel has been limping through the museum on his own, mostly so that he can mope to himself while avoiding estinien. he stops short as he realizes that he's finally followed the sound of aymeric's voice to its source, where its owner is standing in the hallway in front of him. the blond elezen looks up from his tablet to stares at aymeric in the flesh — then his eyes dip back toward his shoes.]
...You seem... so self-assured that it is difficult to imagine you not knowing how to right yourself.