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entranceway2016-03-07 06:58 pm
scowls) wrote in entranceway2016-03-07 06:58 pm
Entry tags:
- adventure time: bonnibel bubblegum,
- bioshock: elizabeth,
- dragon age: alistair,
- dragon age: anders,
- dragon age: carver hawke,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- dragon age: fenris,
- dragon age: garrett hawke,
- dragon age: inquisitor trevelyan,
- dragon age: isabela,
- dragon age: warden cousland,
- marvel: natasha romanoff (616),
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- undertale: sans
Video
[ For a few moments, all that’s visible in the slightly shaky view is an exciting expanse of bland-colored carpet. A light scratching sound is audible in time with the tilting of the image, as though the material that covers the device is moving against something unyielding and metallic. To someone who’s seen this sort of thing before, it’s indicative of someone examining the device.
A moment later, the image blurs and the boring carpet is replaced by large green eyes, shaggy white hair, thick black eyebrows, a scowling mouth, and a chin marred by white lines. ]
Hn. [ It’s a derisive snort, though the word that follows is even more so, heavily laden with disgust. ] Magic.
[ The image spins again, resolving a few dizzying seconds later to a crooked view of a sparsely furnished room. It’s the sort of room that looks to have never yet been lived in, the furniture of the most generic sort. Prowling near the far wall is the owner of that too-close face.
He’s wearing spiky armor, sharply pointed gauntlets, and a conspicuous lack of shoes. Pointed ears poke out of his hair and when he turns to unlimber a large greatsword from his back, more of the white lines are visible on his skin where it shows through gapes in his armor. As is probably apparent, he has no idea that he’s being recorded and continues to examine the room with wary unease.
The video will continue for quite some time, documenting a positively riveting video of an over-armored elf doing nothing but poking around a room, until he’s alerted to the fact that the device is both active and broadcasting his business to others.
Someone, quite clearly, does not know how to use the communication device properly. ]
A moment later, the image blurs and the boring carpet is replaced by large green eyes, shaggy white hair, thick black eyebrows, a scowling mouth, and a chin marred by white lines. ]
Hn. [ It’s a derisive snort, though the word that follows is even more so, heavily laden with disgust. ] Magic.
[ The image spins again, resolving a few dizzying seconds later to a crooked view of a sparsely furnished room. It’s the sort of room that looks to have never yet been lived in, the furniture of the most generic sort. Prowling near the far wall is the owner of that too-close face.
He’s wearing spiky armor, sharply pointed gauntlets, and a conspicuous lack of shoes. Pointed ears poke out of his hair and when he turns to unlimber a large greatsword from his back, more of the white lines are visible on his skin where it shows through gapes in his armor. As is probably apparent, he has no idea that he’s being recorded and continues to examine the room with wary unease.
The video will continue for quite some time, documenting a positively riveting video of an over-armored elf doing nothing but poking around a room, until he’s alerted to the fact that the device is both active and broadcasting his business to others.
Someone, quite clearly, does not know how to use the communication device properly. ]
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But Kirkwall had been rife with monsters. It's no wonder it drew Anders to its filthy, overcrowded streets. ]
I've already found one.
[ It's a snarl, Fenris' lyrium lighting up in response to his ever-increasing fury. And because he's furious, because he wants nothing more than to reach into the image and tear out the bastard's shriveled heart, his fingers clench too tightly around the magical box and crumple it like parchment, rather abruptly terminating the connection. ]
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His eyebrows come together, a scoff on the tip of his tongue, but then the elf is glowing and his likeness on the screen abruptly cuts to black. The question--what in the name of Andraste's knickers?--and the friendly reminder that he's not the Anders Fenris knows abruptly die with it.
Left uneasy and unsatisfied, he ends up huffing to no one but himself and the birds. Well, be that way!
Searching back to find the network identity the video feed had originated from, Anders fires off a last message.]
WELL, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU, TOO
and you know you might want to get that checked out by a physician
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First he has to regret breaking the magic box, which takes a while. Then he has to inadvertently get the closet to provide a new one; namely, by wandering past it grumbling under his breath about wishing he had another one to finish his conversations. When a replacement appears, he has to figure out how to turn it on. And then he has to finish his other conversations.
Eventually, he finds the message. More writing.
A lot of blank staring ensues before he shrugs and turns off the device. If he can ever find it again, he'll ask Carver to read it for him. ]