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soul_campaign2012-02-21 12:32 pm
dissenter) wrote in soul_campaign2012-02-21 12:32 pm
001 (jan. 27) / video.
[good afternoon Death City. hope you aren't tired of new arrivals yet because here's another one.
it's hard to tell where exactly this particular old bespectacled man is recording from because most of the screen is taken up by the biggest hat in the cosmos. don't be intimidated, though! he seems friendly enough, though his attention constantly flickers from his unseen audience to a point just beyond them -- as if he's almost more interested in the communicator itself than who's behind it. the quiet muttering doesn't help.] A mirror, eh? Curious choice...
[right, he's supposed to be talking to people. whoops! he blinks, starts, and smiles apologetically, refocusing.] Ah-- greetings. My name is Qilby, and I am an Eliatrope.
[an awkward, expectant pause as if he's hoping that by some stretch the term should be familiar to someone out there. or maybe he's just hesitant to address his next point.] ...I don't suppose I'm the only one that finds it rather tragic that by bringing us here and giving us these new abilities, they've stripped us of our powers that arguably could have been more useful to help end this conflict. And now we must figure out how to harness an entirely new set of skills... Well. They say you can't teach an old boowolf new tricks, and I doubt I'm an exception. [and his smile at his own "joke" implies that he is a very old boowolf indeed.]
That aside, I'm more than willing to try and learn. Tell me, how have people's experiences been? I'm afraid I haven't had to fight a war in a long time.
[and at that, he looks very tired.] A very, very long time.
it's hard to tell where exactly this particular old bespectacled man is recording from because most of the screen is taken up by the biggest hat in the cosmos. don't be intimidated, though! he seems friendly enough, though his attention constantly flickers from his unseen audience to a point just beyond them -- as if he's almost more interested in the communicator itself than who's behind it. the quiet muttering doesn't help.] A mirror, eh? Curious choice...
[right, he's supposed to be talking to people. whoops! he blinks, starts, and smiles apologetically, refocusing.] Ah-- greetings. My name is Qilby, and I am an Eliatrope.
[an awkward, expectant pause as if he's hoping that by some stretch the term should be familiar to someone out there. or maybe he's just hesitant to address his next point.] ...I don't suppose I'm the only one that finds it rather tragic that by bringing us here and giving us these new abilities, they've stripped us of our powers that arguably could have been more useful to help end this conflict. And now we must figure out how to harness an entirely new set of skills... Well. They say you can't teach an old boowolf new tricks, and I doubt I'm an exception. [and his smile at his own "joke" implies that he is a very old boowolf indeed.]
That aside, I'm more than willing to try and learn. Tell me, how have people's experiences been? I'm afraid I haven't had to fight a war in a long time.
[and at that, he looks very tired.] A very, very long time.
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[Qilby has earned the sort-of real one.]
I was researching its origins, but there's not a lot to go on.
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And no, there isn't-- I've heard that's unfortunately the case. I've also heard there's a library at the school, but much of it is only available to those with special permission.
[a derisive snort; the first real negative emotion he's shown all conversation, really.] Which somewhat defeats the purpose of a repository of knowledge, if you ask me.
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[It's casual, tossed out to see if he gets a bite.]
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--or more like ravenously devouring, but he does a good job of hiding it behind an equally casual tone.] Really, now? Do they work?
Or are they only rumours for a reason?
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Someone managed to flat-out brazen their way into the restricted area. I can only imagine a more considered effort would yield better results.
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speaking of acting -- a considerate silence while he frowns and bites his lip, as if he's struggling with some seriously strong morals here.] I'll...
--I'll think on it. Perhaps after I've had the chance to look at what's available to me without having to bend our hosts' rules. Should it be as insufficient as you say, I'll be sure to let you know my intent. [a keen look.] Assuming this is you offering me your assistance.
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It's me recognizing the reality that sharing information, and looking for it together, will get things sorted a lot faster than not.
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blithely:] I'll speak with you again -- or meet you -- soon enough?
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[It's still audio, but his smirk is in his voice.]
Yes. 'til next time, then.