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driftfleet2016-01-28 07:36 pm
unconfines) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-28 07:36 pm
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attempt 002
Who: Anders and you???
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden, if that's your jam
When: no time like NOW
[Anders is very close to the camera when it switches on, nearly raising the illusion of being nose-to-nose with it.]
Evening! I've got an important question for everyone, if you'll do me the favor. Just a moment. [He goes on talking, peppy and conversational, but he isn't precisely looking at the camera as he does. He's rummaging through something slightly left and below, head tilted down and expression partially obscured by the way some of his hair slips out of its tie.] Got lucky with this place, didn't we? [beat] Well, sort of. Makes one wonder why we don't stop places like this all the time, instead of frozen-wasteland-here and merciless-jungle-madness-there.
[That's the thing with Anders having an audience: once he starts, good luck getting him to stop.]
Though what happens when we're all drifted out, I wonder? End of the line, so to speak, even if this one isn't so much a line as it is a drunken wobble through the void. I know, I know, vast emptiness of space and all that, but it's got to end somewhere. We've all places to be, yes? Even if those places are just, you know, not quite so cramped as here. And no one actually likes a story with no ending, even Atroma's got to know that.
[Something white and furry hits him repeatedly in the face while he talks; people who have spent more than ten minutes with him might recognize it as his cat's tail. He's remarkably good at ignoring it, though whether that's because of exposure or fortitude is hard to say. Maybe a little of both.]
Anyway. No reason to keep you in suspense! My important question: purple or blue?
[He sits up, having apparently now located what he was looking for, and waves bundles of fabric that may or may not be shirts of some kind at the camera. They're complete with the bright, glowing strips of color characteristic of the fashion sense of this place in, you guessed it: purple and blue.]
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden, if that's your jam
When: no time like NOW
[Anders is very close to the camera when it switches on, nearly raising the illusion of being nose-to-nose with it.]
Evening! I've got an important question for everyone, if you'll do me the favor. Just a moment. [He goes on talking, peppy and conversational, but he isn't precisely looking at the camera as he does. He's rummaging through something slightly left and below, head tilted down and expression partially obscured by the way some of his hair slips out of its tie.] Got lucky with this place, didn't we? [beat] Well, sort of. Makes one wonder why we don't stop places like this all the time, instead of frozen-wasteland-here and merciless-jungle-madness-there.
[That's the thing with Anders having an audience: once he starts, good luck getting him to stop.]
Though what happens when we're all drifted out, I wonder? End of the line, so to speak, even if this one isn't so much a line as it is a drunken wobble through the void. I know, I know, vast emptiness of space and all that, but it's got to end somewhere. We've all places to be, yes? Even if those places are just, you know, not quite so cramped as here. And no one actually likes a story with no ending, even Atroma's got to know that.
[Something white and furry hits him repeatedly in the face while he talks; people who have spent more than ten minutes with him might recognize it as his cat's tail. He's remarkably good at ignoring it, though whether that's because of exposure or fortitude is hard to say. Maybe a little of both.]
Anyway. No reason to keep you in suspense! My important question: purple or blue?
[He sits up, having apparently now located what he was looking for, and waves bundles of fabric that may or may not be shirts of some kind at the camera. They're complete with the bright, glowing strips of color characteristic of the fashion sense of this place in, you guessed it: purple and blue.]
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[He does, for the record, wear some red on his person: a blink-and-you'll-miss-it thread around the tie holding his hair back. But that doesn't count.]
Regardless, sounds to me like you and I are talking about different sorts of Voids. [a hum] Not sure if that makes me feel better or worse, honestly.
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Well, thank you. I think something dark might suit you, but I've never really been the most fashion conscious of people.
[ It's really not her forte, and she shifts a little, tugging at her cloak. ]
I think yours is a more metaphorical void. Mine was a literally one, that you could see and touch - not that I recommend touching Voids if you see them, you'll probably die.
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Good to know! [The dying thing, anyway. At least he sounds positive about it?] Not that I was looking to go around making grabby hands at the Void whenever I can, but you know. Related question: what does a void look like? Is it just a big hole floating around, threatening the universe?
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That's a relief, at least. I knew someone that was a little too interested in the Void and I always thought he was going to end up getting himself killed. [ Kirei Kotomine sucked. ] It's... It looked like a huge, black cloud or wave, but a little more solid? There was no way to avoid looking it, like it was always on the edge of your vision. It was quite scary, actually.
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[He shudders visibly, and pauses long enough to make a face at the camera. Imagining it is more unsettling than scary to him, but that's due in part to having no practical experience with it. It reminds him of space itself, outside the little ship— blackness emptying out into nowhere.]
Believe me, I've seen more than my share of unfathomable horrors in my life, but at least they were, you know, tangible. I have to say, I'm glad this place's particular flavor of void stays kept outside the windows.
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[ And she was frustrated with it more than once. The people that were desperate to see the Void come and literally destroy their world... She couldn't stomach them, not now and not then. It was an awful, horrible thing to wish upon anyone, let alone a land full of people. ]
It seems as though we're safe for now, though, and we didn't even need to travel through time.
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Well! There's the silver lining, isn't it? Time travel's not a thing to be messed with, of that much I'm certain. [He shrugs, deliberately neutral in contrast.] The rest of it comes with the territory, I expect. Humanity loves a good higher power to excuse themselves with, don't they?
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When I did it - the time travel, I mean - it was for purely scholarly reasons. We were all shoved back in time to prevent the world from being destroyed and people weren't exactly fond of us for it. [ A sigh follows. ] That's why a lot of people seemed to love the monarchs. It all ends up quite a bit of a mess, doesn't it?
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[If he sounds a little bitter, it's... well. Sometimes he's better at covering it than others.
It's just a moment, either way. He brightens just as quickly and just as easily.]
Congratulations on the whole 'saving the world' bit though! Not many people can claim that one.
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[ She has her own bitterness, as if the scars all over her face weren't enough to show how she had lived and suffered. For the most part she can forget it, really, but for now...
Shaking her head, she waves it off, trying to follow in his cheerful footsteps. ]
I'd like to say I can claim it twice, but I wasn't alone either time. [ She shrugs a shoulder. ] Magic did most of the work anyway.
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[More than people are willing to admit, more than they want to see. Everyone always wants the benefits of magic without the complications of mages, or the acknowledgement of them. Sounds about par for the course, to him.]
Still! Sounds to me like you're not giving yourself enough credit. Magic always needs a mage behind it, yes? I'd say that still counts. Both times, even!
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[ It's not her fault if she goes a little pink, even if she waves her hand and makes herself a little more comfortable. She's dying to ask him all about the magic that he knows and recognises, but she reigns it in for now. ]
Less a mage and more of a witch, but yes. It was my magic and my ideas a lot of the time.
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[A little wondering, mostly rhetorical. He recognizes the term, but his connotations with it are... different. He brightens regardless, a little more genuine, always (marginally) more at ease with a fellow magic-user than anyone else.]
Regardless, I don't see anyone else better equipped to take the credit. Magic like that's nothing to sneeze at, you know!
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[ She doesn't mind answering, of course; she's more than used to it and having spent three years in a world where people have no idea about her own... Well, it's almost familiar. That, at least, is a comfort. ]
I don't think anyone can sneeze at magic, and if they do they're severely underestimating it.