003 - [Video]

[superfiber]

[For the first seconds of the video, it's simply Nezumi looking towards the camera with an almost serene expression. And then, his eyes close and he recalls Sonnet 147, written by Shakespeare, and begins to recite it. His melodic, practiced voice never stutters or stumbles over a single word or syllable. He speaks with deep emotion, as if speaking from the very depths of his soul. The words flow like a gentle river, strong and unyielding.]

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

[As the last word is spoken, he pauses to allow the sound and meaning to fully sink in to the listener, and then he gives the audience his winning smile. He sounds confident and very sure of himself as he speaks.]

If you would like to hear more, please visit the Draupnir theatre in Freyr district. Readings like this will be given by me every day starting at noon. And believe me, I look much better in person than through a transmitting device.

Thank you.

[Click.]

Comments

[voice]

[falenandawn]

That was wonderful, Nezumi.

[voice]

[superfiber]

Your praises flatter me.

[voice]

[falenandawn]

Do you think it might attract more customers to the theatre?

[kabukihime]

Every day?

[Alto is impressed, but even though he's an actor himself, he isn't overly familiar with Shakespeare. He's trained in kabuki.]

[superfiber]

Every day.

[He likes to do dramatic readings. It's a good way to keep himself in shape, especially on a relatively new stage.]

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[freerunning]

If your looks do your ego half justice, then that must be impressive indeed! [Federico laughs.]

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[superfiber]

[Nezumi smirks.]

I only speak the truth. There's no use in me being humble.

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[trinitylimit]

You're really good! But why would you say you look better in person? You look fine to me.

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[superfiber]

You're too kind. [Just a hint of snobbery, here.]

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[survived]

[Nezumi’s voice was a bubbling spring that quenched Shion's body and filled him to the brim. It was a serene, beautiful voice that melted his soul and enveloped him, a voice that freed him and lifted him up to the widest expanse of sky, ooh Mr. Nezumi, ooh-- No, we can save the mental monologuing for later. Probably.]

Sonnet 147.

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[superfiber]

[If only Nezumi knew what Shion was thinking.

...

He probably wouldn't talk to him, actually.

Ever.]

I see that you've read his book of sonnets. [He'd say he's impressed, but he's actually not surprised at all at this point..]

[Video] Cos I can't resist.

[teacuptarget]

You're very talented for a jerk.

[Have a very bright smile with that statement.]

[Video] FFFF.

[superfiber]

[Here's Nezumi staring at you for a solid second, not remembering who you are.

...]

Oh, it's just you.

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[meant]

( it's the cadences that made alayne pause to listen. there were so many strange dialects here, but this sounds more like the poetry and songs that might appear in westeros. she would have loved this, once. it would have seemed awfully gallant. a foolish idea.

still, she can appreciate the beauty of it nonetheless. )

That was well read.

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[superfiber]

[And Nezumi turns on the charm.]

Thank you, miss. Are you a fan of poetry?

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[rorring]

Being overconfident is a fault.

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[superfiber]

Overconfident? Whatever do you mean? I was simply stating the truth.

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[hooded_hero]

Are you a bard, or another sort of artist? I am not so familiar with such things but not a stranger either, and so I think I can say that that was quite well done.

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[superfiber]

[You sound like quite the poet yourself.]

Your praises flatter me, kind sir.

[Acting. Nezumi's acting. Don't believe this nice guy act.]

audio; late tag is laaaaaaaaate

[bloodypocket]

Is this another means for you to pass the time? [Not that he didn't appreciate the performance or attempts to boost attendance in the theatre.]

audio; late response is ridiculously laaaaate

[superfiber]

Yeah. [No hesitation.] I was bored.

TEXT; anon

[suppressthedark]

[Because Ichigo must never ever give the impression that he actually knows shakespeare. Ever.]

You're pretty good. Sonnet 147, right?

[He's even typing differently to throw people off the mark. ICHIGO...]

TEXT; I'm sorry this was so late. I was on hiatus!

[superfiber]

Correct. You get full marks.

[The sarcasm probably doesn't get through the text, but he gives it his best shot.]

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[supurrior]

Allow me to contain my excitement of hearing a pompous ass showing off every day at work.

[Though she must admit (not to him, of course), the guy was pretty good at this poetry stuff.]

[superfiber]

You don't have to show up, you realize.