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entranceway2016-04-04 06:13 am
circlejerked) wrote in entranceway2016-04-04 06:13 am
Entry tags:
- age of adaline: adaline bowman,
- dragon age: alistair,
- dragon age: anders,
- dragon age: carver hawke,
- dragon age: isabela,
- dragon age: jowan,
- dragon age: leliana,
- dragon age: morrigan,
- dragon age: nathaniel howe,
- dragon age: solas,
- firefly: river tam,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- hatoful boyfriend: nageki fujishiro,
- once upon a time: killian jones,
- red vs blue: agent washington,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- undertale: alphys
002 ↯ video
Um. All right, no one panic, but I may have underestimated these magic closets of ours and accidentally... done something.
[Anders' voice, sounding contrite. In the background, an unremitting stream of noise threatens to drown him out--it's meowing, rising and falling at different pitches like a tone-deaf a cappella group trying to harmonize and failing miserably.
The camera settles unsteadily on the hem of his robes before he sets it down and steps back. The source of the caterwauling then becomes apparent: in his arms are four young cats of various shapes and color, two tucked under each arm.
By the sounds of it, more are audible off-screen. Many, many more.]
I wasn't thinking... Well, I was, I was thinking how much more homey this place would be with a cute cat or two, and then--and then they were just there, and everywhere, and now there are a few more than two. If you have cat allergies, stay off the fourth floor.
[As if on cue, a kitten on stubby legs capers across the floor behind him. Anders, noticing movement on the screen, squints closely for a second, then looks for the real thing over his shoulder.]
One's making a run for it. Alistair! Alistair, catch it, my hands are full.
[From somewhere off among the caterwauling comes a response, the owner appearing shortly after--]
I see it!
[Alistair runs past in the background, two cats under one arm and what is presumably another squirming about down his shirt. He comes back into view a moment later, the escapee cradled in his free hand. Shoving the kitten in Anders' face--where it proceeds to bat at his nose--he frowns at the other man.]
This is getting ridiculous. We can't keep track of all of them. Is anyone coming to-- Ow!
[The yelp comes as the squirming under his shirt grows more energetic and with a slightly panicked look Alistair disappears from view again, kittens in tow. The only hint as to his fate comes as an increase in the mewling and the sound of fabric ripping mercifully out of sight.]
I'm getting to that part!
[Anders stares after him, eyebrows drawn up in alarm, before dragging his eyes back to the camera.]
Uhhh, it's okay, everything's fine, we have things completely under control, but as you can tell, we're in possession of some cats who could use a loving home! Soft, furry cats! Adorable, see? They're domesticated, easy to care for, and make excellent house pets. That one doesn't appear to be a fan of Alistair's shirt, but some are more fashion conscious than others.
I don't know if I can take care of them all. If you'd like to take one, we'll be giving them away free of charge in the ballroom. First floor, you can't miss it! [Anders then points a finger sternly, though the effect is mitigated by the wide-eyed kittens holding onto his arm.] But no funny business. If you consider cats a delicacy, I'm warning you now, we're both heavily armed. People wanting to make mittens out of their fur need not apply.
(OOC: Come find the log over here!)
[Anders' voice, sounding contrite. In the background, an unremitting stream of noise threatens to drown him out--it's meowing, rising and falling at different pitches like a tone-deaf a cappella group trying to harmonize and failing miserably.
The camera settles unsteadily on the hem of his robes before he sets it down and steps back. The source of the caterwauling then becomes apparent: in his arms are four young cats of various shapes and color, two tucked under each arm.
By the sounds of it, more are audible off-screen. Many, many more.]
I wasn't thinking... Well, I was, I was thinking how much more homey this place would be with a cute cat or two, and then--and then they were just there, and everywhere, and now there are a few more than two. If you have cat allergies, stay off the fourth floor.
[As if on cue, a kitten on stubby legs capers across the floor behind him. Anders, noticing movement on the screen, squints closely for a second, then looks for the real thing over his shoulder.]
One's making a run for it. Alistair! Alistair, catch it, my hands are full.
[From somewhere off among the caterwauling comes a response, the owner appearing shortly after--]
I see it!
[Alistair runs past in the background, two cats under one arm and what is presumably another squirming about down his shirt. He comes back into view a moment later, the escapee cradled in his free hand. Shoving the kitten in Anders' face--where it proceeds to bat at his nose--he frowns at the other man.]
This is getting ridiculous. We can't keep track of all of them. Is anyone coming to-- Ow!
[The yelp comes as the squirming under his shirt grows more energetic and with a slightly panicked look Alistair disappears from view again, kittens in tow. The only hint as to his fate comes as an increase in the mewling and the sound of fabric ripping mercifully out of sight.]
I'm getting to that part!
[Anders stares after him, eyebrows drawn up in alarm, before dragging his eyes back to the camera.]
Uhhh, it's okay, everything's fine, we have things completely under control, but as you can tell, we're in possession of some cats who could use a loving home! Soft, furry cats! Adorable, see? They're domesticated, easy to care for, and make excellent house pets. That one doesn't appear to be a fan of Alistair's shirt, but some are more fashion conscious than others.
I don't know if I can take care of them all. If you'd like to take one, we'll be giving them away free of charge in the ballroom. First floor, you can't miss it! [Anders then points a finger sternly, though the effect is mitigated by the wide-eyed kittens holding onto his arm.] But no funny business. If you consider cats a delicacy, I'm warning you now, we're both heavily armed. People wanting to make mittens out of their fur need not apply.
(OOC: Come find the log over here!)
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So no proof. I figured as much.
[She must be a dog person. Dogs: the source of all personality flaws.]
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[He raises his voice like someone calling over a great distance.]
I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sounds of crying kittens. Kittens in the here and now that need tending to. I'm a bit busy sorting this out at the moment, but thanks for the offer. Maybe later.
[Debating the nature of magic closet animals can wait for another time.]
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( Or both )
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[Give him something worth paying attention to while he's pulling kittens off curtains and out from under beds, and he'll pay attention to it. Otherwise, he'll save the regrets and unfounded theories for a rainy day. She can educate him on animal outbreaks and the value of disappearing cats then.]
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[He smiles broadly, all showmanship.]
Perhaps there's one or two people out there who've been thinking about getting a cat and just haven't gotten around to doing it. I have plenty to go around now!
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[His confidence is mostly due to the fact he's not willing to admit to anything less. He'll figure it out one way or another, and there will be no wishing away of cats. He's got this.
Or he will.]