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driftfleet2018-10-14 09:06 pm
feelslikequiet) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-14 09:06 pm
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Who: Cullen and... you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, various
When: Early October
Video;
[The man in the video looks exceedingly uncomfortable, right from the get-go. Just because on some strange level this broadcasting thing actually makes sense doesn't mean it makes sense. He rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, clearly a nervous gesture, and clears his throat before finally getting on with it. And doesn't actually look right at the camera, because that would be too much like admitting he's actually hoping for something to come of this.]
...right. Hello out there, I suppose. My name is Cullen, and if that means anything to any of you out there, I would appreciate hearing from you. More than I can possibly express.
To anyone else out there, I-- It's a pleasure to meet you. [He pauses, realizing the absurdity of that statement.] ...in a way.
Action; Alloy Lake
[Cullen very much appreciates a bit of peace and quiet when he can steal it, although the opportunity so rarely presents itself. There's always some report or drill or crisis needing attention. For now however, short of the vague notion that he's got to find a way out of this madness and back to Thedas, there's finally a chance for a break.
Find him seated on a rock at the side of the lake, away from the vacationers, just staring out over the water.]
Action; Iskaulit
[Since he hasn't yet found the Interfaith Centre in his wanderings, here he is, kneeling in the Meditation Room. The candles scattered around the room and the general air of peace had reminded him of a Chantry, enough that when only a very small number of people remained, he'd taken the opportunity to recite a piece of the Chant of Light. Threnodies, to be specific.]
There was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be....
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, various
When: Early October
Video;
[The man in the video looks exceedingly uncomfortable, right from the get-go. Just because on some strange level this broadcasting thing actually makes sense doesn't mean it makes sense. He rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, clearly a nervous gesture, and clears his throat before finally getting on with it. And doesn't actually look right at the camera, because that would be too much like admitting he's actually hoping for something to come of this.]
...right. Hello out there, I suppose. My name is Cullen, and if that means anything to any of you out there, I would appreciate hearing from you. More than I can possibly express.
To anyone else out there, I-- It's a pleasure to meet you. [He pauses, realizing the absurdity of that statement.] ...in a way.
Action; Alloy Lake
[Cullen very much appreciates a bit of peace and quiet when he can steal it, although the opportunity so rarely presents itself. There's always some report or drill or crisis needing attention. For now however, short of the vague notion that he's got to find a way out of this madness and back to Thedas, there's finally a chance for a break.
Find him seated on a rock at the side of the lake, away from the vacationers, just staring out over the water.]
Action; Iskaulit
[Since he hasn't yet found the Interfaith Centre in his wanderings, here he is, kneeling in the Meditation Room. The candles scattered around the room and the general air of peace had reminded him of a Chantry, enough that when only a very small number of people remained, he'd taken the opportunity to recite a piece of the Chant of Light. Threnodies, to be specific.]
There was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be....
Iskaulit
Seeing a man he doesn't recognize there, he tilts his head a bit in curiosity before wandering closer to him. In comparison, Kogarasumaru looks remarkably small. Almost delicate really. With being a foot shorter and being extremely slender, he really does look like he could break easily. And if that doesn't stand out then his hair like bird wings will.]
Forgive me for interrupting your prayers. I wondered...who do you pray to?
[He doesn't know the other faiths in the universe but he's curious about them.]
Video;
[Hello there, hottie. This is not a bad view to have this fair morning/afternoon/whenever it is.]
Not used to these weird devices yet, huh?
Video
[Freya is sitting on a pile of junk down in the planet. She is wearing a jump suit that she's tied around her thin waist, showing off a messy white tank top and a mess of tattoos on her shoulders and arms.
Bright gray eyes stare at the screen with a happy smile.]
I'm Freya. What's up Cullen. Besides wining the awkward-arrival of the year award. Which is pretty good. It's better than the anger-management response to this weird situation.
Alloy Lake
[We're not going to discuss the weird things they shoved in our heads, Commander. Those just tell you how to do things, and they're sort of like demons, and that is not getting discussed. Ever.]
See, in my version, she's Inquisitor Trevelyan. Dorian's pretty good at explaining the weird realties shit.