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soul_campaign2012-06-03 12:59 am
ioudas) wrote in soul_campaign2012-06-03 12:59 am
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FEB 23rd ; DAY ; VIDEO
(this is meant to be broadcast, because cross is actually unveiling a prototype for the sentries that he wants to build. but it's mostly Allen learning from years of experience with his master when he comes down to see him.)
Master..? ( he sounds weary, but you would too if you’ve known Cross as long as he has. ) Is this really as important as you said it was?
(there are a few of these steampunked babies sitting on cross' lab table, about four or so. they wake up and start talking in their autotuned sing-song voice.)
Hello, Allen Walker!
Never mind, I’ll come back later.
(too late, they're opening their sides and there are lasers pointed right towards him.)
Er—hello?
(it's almost too late -- before they start moving like pipe organs would (think of the first part of this on loop) of Mozart's Requiem and the sound of cross laughing his ass off.)
You should have seen your stupid face.
(he's tearing up, wiping tears from his one good eye with the corner of his white labcoat before standing in front of the recording.)
There wasn’t anything funny about that!!
Y'know if I could get more space and access to actual volunteers, I wouldn't make you go through this.
(then, it dawns on allen. he's being taped on purpose. he's being taped on purpose and this is broadcasting and cross just made an example out of him. he's been used for emotional blackmail.)
Master, you're terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Keep talking Allen, maybe next time there will be actual bullets and I'll train them to hunt you.
(cross cuts the feed off)
(ooc; bold is allen and italics is cross!)
Master..? ( he sounds weary, but you would too if you’ve known Cross as long as he has. ) Is this really as important as you said it was?
(there are a few of these steampunked babies sitting on cross' lab table, about four or so. they wake up and start talking in their autotuned sing-song voice.)
Hello, Allen Walker!
Never mind, I’ll come back later.
(too late, they're opening their sides and there are lasers pointed right towards him.)
Er—hello?
(it's almost too late -- before they start moving like pipe organs would (think of the first part of this on loop) of Mozart's Requiem and the sound of cross laughing his ass off.)
You should have seen your stupid face.
(he's tearing up, wiping tears from his one good eye with the corner of his white labcoat before standing in front of the recording.)
There wasn’t anything funny about that!!
Y'know if I could get more space and access to actual volunteers, I wouldn't make you go through this.
(then, it dawns on allen. he's being taped on purpose. he's being taped on purpose and this is broadcasting and cross just made an example out of him. he's been used for emotional blackmail.)
Master, you're terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Keep talking Allen, maybe next time there will be actual bullets and I'll train them to hunt you.
(cross cuts the feed off)
(ooc; bold is allen and italics is cross!)
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I'm not going to last long, you know.
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[Gently starts off down the hall, slowly untying her bowtie and flicking open the top button of her blouse...]
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I'm always willing to play along.
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[Heh.] You should be punished for that, I think.
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