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driftfleet2016-12-30 03:42 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-30 03:42 pm
video.
Who: Mr. Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
[The video begins with a fellow in a well-pressed suit and a carefully adjusted tie, all befitting someone who puts the most care into looking a well-kept part in society. His poor hair could do with some pomade - it hangs a bit, droops like a wilted leaf on his forehead, but otherwise he's made sure to keep his dignity in the wake of this... horrible event. He's been clearly kidnapped. Kidnapped! He prays Miss Carter is safe somewhere; the last thing he remembers is being hit with a tranquilizer, but he can't seem to remember if it had been a terribly dangerous affair. Didn't they have the assailant in their trunk? Oh, what a beast the man had been. He will attempt to keep his composure regardless. It's his job.]
While I appreciate that you've let me keep my reading glasses, I'm afraid I won't be broken in by such... backwards methods. Whoever you are and wherever you have... taken me, I can assure you that you've chosen a terrible person to kidnap and that kindness will earn you nothing of use. I'm just the butler; a chauffeur, and I'll have little to offer you, unless you would like to learn how to properly fold any and all manner of clothing.
... Or how to properly prepare a dining table.
[I imagine nothing of that sort will interest you, you're probably all thuggish barbarians.]
If you think you'll get anything at all from me otherwise — well!
[He folds his arms, and though he's concerned for his health in the future (god please don't murder me whoever you people are), he is doing his best impression of an impassive, dry-witted butler. As always. He doesn't sell it perfectly, but at least he's selling it, and that's what matters. Look how tough and unbreakable I am. Can't hurt a butler when he's down.]
You're sorely mistaken.
[........ brb fumbling now]
How do I turn this thing off?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
[The video begins with a fellow in a well-pressed suit and a carefully adjusted tie, all befitting someone who puts the most care into looking a well-kept part in society. His poor hair could do with some pomade - it hangs a bit, droops like a wilted leaf on his forehead, but otherwise he's made sure to keep his dignity in the wake of this... horrible event. He's been clearly kidnapped. Kidnapped! He prays Miss Carter is safe somewhere; the last thing he remembers is being hit with a tranquilizer, but he can't seem to remember if it had been a terribly dangerous affair. Didn't they have the assailant in their trunk? Oh, what a beast the man had been. He will attempt to keep his composure regardless. It's his job.]
While I appreciate that you've let me keep my reading glasses, I'm afraid I won't be broken in by such... backwards methods. Whoever you are and wherever you have... taken me, I can assure you that you've chosen a terrible person to kidnap and that kindness will earn you nothing of use. I'm just the butler; a chauffeur, and I'll have little to offer you, unless you would like to learn how to properly fold any and all manner of clothing.
... Or how to properly prepare a dining table.
[I imagine nothing of that sort will interest you, you're probably all thuggish barbarians.]
If you think you'll get anything at all from me otherwise — well!
[He folds his arms, and though he's concerned for his health in the future (god please don't murder me whoever you people are), he is doing his best impression of an impassive, dry-witted butler. As always. He doesn't sell it perfectly, but at least he's selling it, and that's what matters. Look how tough and unbreakable I am. Can't hurt a butler when he's down.]
You're sorely mistaken.
[........ brb fumbling now]
How do I turn this thing off?
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Being formal is the way to go.]
My word, you must live a very stressful life. To be involved with the likes of kings and queens...
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[Smiles wistfully.]
Little bugger tried to bite me, but then again they are a Welsh breed so I shouldn't have been surprised.
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[I feel like I'm among celebrities now, wow.
... Great-grandchild? Oh, goodness, this is someone from a later year. Again.]
Better than dealing with pesky flamingos, at least.
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[A later year, and a long time span for such a fresh faced youth.]
I would say! Where do you have to deal with those?
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[He huffs, clearly going through some terrible history with the foul beasts.]
My master of the house had decided to have a collection of exotic animals, unfortunately.
And I've been the keeper.
Again, unfortunately.
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My counterpart over there tried to keep a whale once. Never quite sure where I went wrong raising that one.
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Boy has more land than sense.
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What a terrible idea! Poor creature.
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I didn't say Alfred was my brother... Was it really that obvious then? Though we're not actually blood. We found him wandering around Virginia when he was a cute little thing. [Wistful Arthur is wistful.]
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It's lovely to have family without working about blood relations, though.
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It could be a sore topic; best not pry.]
Before it was called Cornhill? What year are you from, if I may ask?
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And yes, I know that's quite a long time since the area was named. It's gone through a few name changes since I was a little tot.
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It may have cleared a few things up sooner.
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Well, I've never had an exact number. Best guess it about sixteen... [Rubs the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed.] ...hundred.
We called Cornhill Londinium back then.
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[Might look just a bit older for a moment. In the eyes at least.]
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Even my boss forgets and surprises herself about it sometimes, and she's known me since she was a little girl.
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