DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video

[broroona]

Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is

[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.

Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]

You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.

[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.

[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]

I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?

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[broroona]

[Aw, damn. He frowns slightly, briefly, displeased by the small victory gained. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he turns his head away, contemplating asking a soft, simple "did they win?" but knowing it would be too much. Another defeat to the smug asshole on the other side of the line.

No, he'd win this.

The drag helps steel his expression again and he turns back when the smoke is exhaled in a long, thick cloud. Bored as he looks now, he gives a small gesture to continue.]

[heresyandlace]

[not to be put off by the guy's apparent lack of interest, he soldiers on. it's fortunate that he at least he has a good storytelling voice. he sounds less like a douchebag this way.]

Storms quickly lose energy and freeze up in the snow, and so the children weakened as they traveled up the mountain. All along the way, the servants of the ice king tried to tempt them and deter them, trying to interrupt their quest. But the children refused to utter a word or take their eyes from the path.

Despite the blizzards that rolled over them and the pain of slowly freezing, they finally made it to the keep.

And when the icelord saw them, he scarcely recognized their little frostbitten forms. When he did finally realize who they were, he laughed and laughed, telling them that their fool of a mother must have paired with a farm animal to produce such cripplingly dense offspring.

[broroona]

[Alright, the lack of interest is genuine now. Pleasant as his voice is, it won't save the story from the boredom of being so fantastical. Whether the kids lived or died, it wouldn't matter. The story was too ideal with no humanity held within. He was expecting a journey, an adventure, not a trial that bordered on religious parable.

Still, gracious as he is, he keeps his mouth shut, though his attention does seem to slowly go elsewhere-shifting his position, glancing at the stars, putting out his tired cigarette.]

[heresyandlace]

[well, Tek likes this story very much, and even smirks over the last bit because he thinks it's funny. ignoring the other guy's lack of interest, if he notices at all, he carries on]

And still the children did not answer. They waited until he came close before they finally opened their mouths. They'd managed to keep their promise, never once becoming distracted or uttering a word since they'd made their promise. It had kept all of their energy and determination welled up inside, making them more formidable than the ice king ever could have imagined. Because how could two children possibly harm a lord?

All of the fury of the storm that rode in their bloodline raged out at once. The two children spent the last of their energy striking down the beast, in a pair of lightning bolts that lit the sky for miles.

...And if the proper stars had been out your window, I could have pointed out the two bright points of light that mark their sacrifice. So, again, you'll just have to pretend.