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asgardeventide2013-09-16 05:14 pm
lethechained) wrote in asgardeventide2013-09-16 05:14 pm
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[.oo5] VIDEO
[From the time the video starts out, it's relatively obvious that this was never meant to be posted. The camera is focused on a simple drawing of some flowers - or rather, in the process of focusing. Someone seems to be attempting to record their work.]
[The camera shifts after a few moments, turning up toward a wall pasted with countless other drawings, so many that they obscure most of the actual space on it. They're of all sorts of things - people, places, just everyday objects, and there are numerous representations of what are probably very familiar sights to anyone who's spent enough time in the city.]
[It seems whoever is in control of the recording is just starting to try to focus it on one specific portion of the wall when the movement stops abruptly. The lack of appropriate framing suggests that this was not intentional.]
[For a few moments, everything is still.]
[Then someone steps into the frame -- facing away but recognizable to anyone who knows her.]
[She begins to tear the drawings down. There is no care taken to preserve them, no caution whatsoever - they are ripped unceremoniously from their places, losing corners and chunks in the process. Some are discarded immediately - others are held onto only long enough for her to tear them to shreds before letting them fall. She moves back and forth, the sound of splitting paper continuing even when she steps out of the camera's view.]
[This goes on for a couple of minutes before, just as abruptly as she started, the girl stops. When she regains herself, she does so looking down at a sheet of paper only halfway bisected. Her shoulders jerk in surprise, and futilely, she presses the two halves back together again. Of course, they flops back apart the second she lets go.]
[The paper slips out of her hands and she does not stoop to retrieve it. She's too busy looking around at her work. When at last she turns and sees the camera, the distress already on her face intensifies, and it's only a few seconds before she's reaching toward the camera's view and it shuts off with a sharp screech.]
[Someone's due for a bad day, it seems.]
[The camera shifts after a few moments, turning up toward a wall pasted with countless other drawings, so many that they obscure most of the actual space on it. They're of all sorts of things - people, places, just everyday objects, and there are numerous representations of what are probably very familiar sights to anyone who's spent enough time in the city.]
[It seems whoever is in control of the recording is just starting to try to focus it on one specific portion of the wall when the movement stops abruptly. The lack of appropriate framing suggests that this was not intentional.]
[For a few moments, everything is still.]
[Then someone steps into the frame -- facing away but recognizable to anyone who knows her.]
[She begins to tear the drawings down. There is no care taken to preserve them, no caution whatsoever - they are ripped unceremoniously from their places, losing corners and chunks in the process. Some are discarded immediately - others are held onto only long enough for her to tear them to shreds before letting them fall. She moves back and forth, the sound of splitting paper continuing even when she steps out of the camera's view.]
[This goes on for a couple of minutes before, just as abruptly as she started, the girl stops. When she regains herself, she does so looking down at a sheet of paper only halfway bisected. Her shoulders jerk in surprise, and futilely, she presses the two halves back together again. Of course, they flops back apart the second she lets go.]
[The paper slips out of her hands and she does not stoop to retrieve it. She's too busy looking around at her work. When at last she turns and sees the camera, the distress already on her face intensifies, and it's only a few seconds before she's reaching toward the camera's view and it shuts off with a sharp screech.]
[Someone's due for a bad day, it seems.]
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[And she can't help looking at some of her own work, quietly forlorn - but there are other things to focus on and focus on them she does.]
That sounds like it must be a funny symbol.
[Huh.]
[-- Oh!]
Is that that bunch of things like on the keyboard that don't make any sense when you put them together that way?
[Because now that she thinks of it, she's seen a few of those in miscellaneous sources.]
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the nonsensical substitutive spawn of the shift key and keyboard smashes everywhere
they used to put them in comics a lot before people stopped caring if you had a superhero say "damn"
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[Heh.]
[Her flicker of a smile wanes away as she looks up, sees again the piles of ruined drawings, and looks back.]
So why do you think they're showing up in Hel?
[--] The grawlix not superheroes.
[Not so many superheroes in Hel.]
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i mean theres bizarre shit showing up all over the place
but its not like ive got the faintest idea why any of this is happening besides what the gods have said
and thats hella vague beyond finger pointing
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[Even as theory, it inspires pity in her.]
Destroying artwork does seem like it could be a theme.
[Ugh.]
It seems like they're always vague. I'm not sure whether or not it's better to think that they're purposely keeping things to themselves or that they just don't know anything.
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i talked to hel once though and she sort of answered my questions
it kind of reminded me of dealing with game constructs
where theyre only allowed to give you bits and pieces of the bigger picture in cagey riddles
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[It's not sarcastic, despite the fact that that does rouse some curiosity, and not all of it's unconcerned.]
Interesting. Do you think it was by her own choice or that there was some other reason for it?
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its not like most of the answers would have actually counted as useful
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[Hm.]
I suppose that's more than we usually get from the gods. Was there anything interesting? [--] If you don't mind me asking.
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it was a dumb question anyway
i kind of doubt shed waste her time placating anyone though
from what i know of her
or most of the gods
thats not exactly their scene
and it wasnt a whole lot different from their standard network questionnaires
i just didnt have an audience other than her
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I can see what you mean.
[She can't, however, help always feeling as though she cannot trust her own interpretation of the gods, that there might be something up their sleeves. (DiZ is still too fresh in her mind.)]
They don't have much reason to. It's not like there's anything to keep them from doing what they want with us anyway.
What did you ask her? [Dumb or not.]
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[She does like to keep things sorted out, but,]
I know it's none of my business.
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its nothing that should matter to anyone besides me
[And maybe real Dave, but he told real Dave. And if real Dave ever wants to talk to Naminé about it, well, that was his business. But Davesprite isn't in the mood to dodge, so it simply comes out super blunt and maybe kind of rude.]
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[But if she's hurt or embarrassed, it doesn't come across well in text.]
Okay.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked in the first place.
[Really batting a thousand today, Naminé.]
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forget about it
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[She can't promise to forget, but--]
How have you been doing?
[She bites her tongue on the 'we hardly ever get to talk'.]
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[Nightmares are fun. So is waking up in weird places.]
how about you
anything newsworthy happen on your end
i mean
besides this
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[There can always be worse.]
Not much.
I woke up on the edge of a roof earlier but I didn't fall so it wasn't so bad.
[Aside from being, you know, pretty darn terrifying, but she knows that could be worse, too. Aaaaaand that's going to happen again, but,]
Most of the time I've been pretty lucky.
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for real
shouldnt you like
get someone else on that
for monitoring purposes
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Probably. I've been meaning to. [... Well,] Even if something does happen it'll be alright.
[Won't stay gone forever, and all that.
Gotta say something to make herself feel better, okay.]filtered;
[Even though it's a kind of logic he frequently adopts himself.]
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I'm sorry.
[But,]
I'm not wrong.
[She's also scared, but still not wrong.]
I didn't jump last time. [So does that mean she's unlikely to next time?]
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seriously though you dont always got to apologize for everything
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[Pretty reassuring to her, okay, as much as anything about that situation can be. Anyway,]
I only apologize when I really am sorry. [
... So yeah, everything--] I don't want to make you uncomfortable. [Or... whatever she made him by saying such a thing.]filtered;
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