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01. Video | March 14 | Early morning
[When the communicator is switched on, it's tilted upwards, giving a nice view of a tall tree against the clear dawn sky. There doesn't seem to be anyone on the screen, but it does look nice...]
Hark! The call of the heavens, the earth, the sea... They summon me forth to defeat evil!
[Just then, you can see a man standing on a branch, his back to the communicator. The long wings descending from his headgear flutter in the wind like a cloak as he turns and strikes a pose, one hand rising over his head while the other points straight towards the camera.]
Waka, the gods' gift to man, is here! Bonjour!
[And he jumps off the branch. All rules of drama dictate that he should come floating down through the air and land gracefully on his feet, perhaps accompanied by sparkles and pretty music.
Sadly, BREW says no to powers like that, and so he comes plummeting down and falls off-camera with a resounding thud.
After a few seconds he appears staggering on screen, then shrugs as though nothing happened.]
Well! They weren't joking about our powers being stripped away. That seems unnecessarily inconvenient for everyone involved... But no doubt our good hosts know what they're doing, hmm?
[His smile doesn't quite give the impression he's entirely convinced of that.]
So tell me, Death City... How do you feel about this little adventure we now find ourselves in? I'd say this place could use some more color, but that's just me. I'm sure everyone is eager to take up arms for a noble cause!
Well then, I'll have to see if I can find a store that sells high-quality flutes, since BREW saw fit to take mine away. Excusez-moi!
[He stands there for a moment, as though expecting something to happen, then sighs a little and walks off. It's just not the same as disappearing in a flurry of glitter...]
Hark! The call of the heavens, the earth, the sea... They summon me forth to defeat evil!
[Just then, you can see a man standing on a branch, his back to the communicator. The long wings descending from his headgear flutter in the wind like a cloak as he turns and strikes a pose, one hand rising over his head while the other points straight towards the camera.]
Waka, the gods' gift to man, is here! Bonjour!
[And he jumps off the branch. All rules of drama dictate that he should come floating down through the air and land gracefully on his feet, perhaps accompanied by sparkles and pretty music.
Sadly, BREW says no to powers like that, and so he comes plummeting down and falls off-camera with a resounding thud.
After a few seconds he appears staggering on screen, then shrugs as though nothing happened.]
Well! They weren't joking about our powers being stripped away. That seems unnecessarily inconvenient for everyone involved... But no doubt our good hosts know what they're doing, hmm?
[His smile doesn't quite give the impression he's entirely convinced of that.]
So tell me, Death City... How do you feel about this little adventure we now find ourselves in? I'd say this place could use some more color, but that's just me. I'm sure everyone is eager to take up arms for a noble cause!
Well then, I'll have to see if I can find a store that sells high-quality flutes, since BREW saw fit to take mine away. Excusez-moi!
[He stands there for a moment, as though expecting something to happen, then sighs a little and walks off. It's just not the same as disappearing in a flurry of glitter...]
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Lucky for me I have a fondness for ocean scenery! And there's nothing as healthy as a little mountain walk, don't you think?
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I couldn't say with any definitive opinion, having only scaled peaks of a metaphorical nature. But I imagine that the cardiovascular exercise is enough to keep one spry and ready to take on the rigors of the day.
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Once you start doing it regularly, you begin to find more and more amusement in it. It's all about attitude, really!
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I imagine so. Unfortunately I'm still working on my attitude regarding our forcible kidnapping, so the mountains will have to wait a spell.
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Not a fan of our hosts, are you?
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I've never been prone to Stockholm Syndrome, particularly when reasons to adore our captors aren't presented.
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And here I was led to believe they were the very epitome of generousity and not at all suspicious in any way! But of course, I am but a lost little newcomer in a strange new world and naturally susceptible to trickery.
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Fortunately such charming naivete is quickly lost in the hustle and bustle of gross incompetence. You won't have to fear about more such missteps occurring in the future.
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You wouldn't happen to have any dirt to share about our hosts, would you? Just for my own safety, you understand. I wouldn't want to run into any nasty surprises in my eagerness to be helpful.
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Oh no, it's completely understandable. The most glaring error on their part is a complete inability to understand that when the enemy waltzes into the purported nerve center of operations multiple times (one might almost set their watch by it) there's something amiss in the defenses that require reconfiguring.
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