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asgardeventide2012-12-21 02:46 am
unhappymeal) wrote in asgardeventide2012-12-21 02:46 am
0.0.1 -> Video;
[The video begins with a shot of an upper hallway in Sigyn Welcome Hall. There are a few mutters as the user gets the screen the way he wants it, and the view is momentarily turned to catch his face. He’s 30-something, but despite his rather cheerful expression there’s a worn, almost haggard look to him that makes him seem older.]
Is it always this well-decorated or is this city really holding celebrations during a war? Either way, it’s a mixed blessing to have family here.
[He makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and turns the video to show the door of room 302. Without knocking, he opens it to reveal Archer seated on the bed, coffee mug in one hand, book in the other. He turns to shoot a glare at the door when it opens, and when he sees Kiritsugu with the camera on, he holds his book up to shield himself then sighs.]
What are you doing?
It’s only proper to introduce ourselves, Shirou.
[8| The exasperation is palpable. He’d prefer not to be called that, but it’s too late now. He begins to argue, then stops.]
The point of that being...?
[Kiritsugu’s voice is amused and patient -- the sort of voice a teacher uses to explain rules to a child.]
Because it’s good to be polite to your neighbors.
Then tell the nice people your name.
[There’s a gentle laugh in response, and Kiritsugu turns the camera back to himself for a moment.]
I’m Kiritsugu Emiya, and this-- [the camera goes back to Archer] is my son. [a beat] ...The timelines are quite a bit off.
[Archer sips his coffee, then sets his book, pages down, on the bed. It’s inevitable now -- he’s stuck speaking to people on this thing. Fine. Be that way. He smiles pleasantly, in a strained sort of way]
You can call me Archer. Charmed, I’m sure.
There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?
[Nevermind that he’s parent-talking at someone the same physical age as him. It just comes naturally. Kiritsugu turns the camera to face him again, and gives a brief nod in place of a bow.]
It’s nice to meet you.
Is it always this well-decorated or is this city really holding celebrations during a war? Either way, it’s a mixed blessing to have family here.
[He makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and turns the video to show the door of room 302. Without knocking, he opens it to reveal Archer seated on the bed, coffee mug in one hand, book in the other. He turns to shoot a glare at the door when it opens, and when he sees Kiritsugu with the camera on, he holds his book up to shield himself then sighs.]
What are you doing?
It’s only proper to introduce ourselves, Shirou.
[8| The exasperation is palpable. He’d prefer not to be called that, but it’s too late now. He begins to argue, then stops.]
The point of that being...?
[Kiritsugu’s voice is amused and patient -- the sort of voice a teacher uses to explain rules to a child.]
Because it’s good to be polite to your neighbors.
Then tell the nice people your name.
[There’s a gentle laugh in response, and Kiritsugu turns the camera back to himself for a moment.]
I’m Kiritsugu Emiya, and this-- [the camera goes back to Archer] is my son. [a beat] ...The timelines are quite a bit off.
[Archer sips his coffee, then sets his book, pages down, on the bed. It’s inevitable now -- he’s stuck speaking to people on this thing. Fine. Be that way. He smiles pleasantly, in a strained sort of way]
You can call me Archer. Charmed, I’m sure.
There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?
[Nevermind that he’s parent-talking at someone the same physical age as him. It just comes naturally. Kiritsugu turns the camera to face him again, and gives a brief nod in place of a bow.]
It’s nice to meet you.
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