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maskormenace2020-02-09 10:48 am
eversohandsome) wrote in maskormenace2020-02-09 10:48 am
[ VOICE » VIDEO ]
'ello, 'ello. Friendly neighbourhood Bob here. Right, so... story time. Sort of. Anybody missing a nice, shiny, ring? I just... found it. Describe what it looks like so I know it's actually yours.
[ There's small, muffled sort of sounds as Bob switches the communicator from one hand to the other so he can pick up the ring that's been imagined into his possession. It's a beautiful ring, one that Bob could have easily kept. But it's got a distinctive look to it. One that looks like it probably means something to somebody. Bob might be a bit of a crook sometimes but he's not a total dickhead. ]
It's actually niiiice. Whoever's lost this must be vexed. [ A brief pause as he's wholly distracted from what it is that he's doing by inspecting the ring. After a moment he returns to himself and the communicator. ]
Oh yeah, and this uh... [ He's put down the ring again (with care, not that anybody can see that) and picked up what looks like something he'd use to fix a car. A T-shaped cylinder that he's not exactly convinced he shouldn't just bin. Placing down the communicator briefly, he rests the cylinder across both hands and turns it one way, then the other. ]
Whatever the fuck this is... [ Flicking from voice to video takes a bit of practice as he switches the cyclinder to one hand and plucks up his communicator with the other, but he finally gets there and the object in question flits into view. Unbeknownst to Bob, it's a lightsaber. His grinning face swims into view briefly. ]
Let me know, yeah?
[ He's in the process of ending the video when his curious nature takes over, eyes catching on what could be a button on the strange cylinder. Voice sounding further away from the video feed, his communicator already swinging back down to the desk he's going to put it on, the last thing that can be heard before the video cuts out is: ]
Ooooh, what's this then...
[ ooc: both items belong to in-game chars (taken with ooc permission!) so they will make their way back to their rightful owners but totally open for people either a) trying to claim one that isn't theirs) or b) whatever else! ]
[ There's small, muffled sort of sounds as Bob switches the communicator from one hand to the other so he can pick up the ring that's been imagined into his possession. It's a beautiful ring, one that Bob could have easily kept. But it's got a distinctive look to it. One that looks like it probably means something to somebody. Bob might be a bit of a crook sometimes but he's not a total dickhead. ]
It's actually niiiice. Whoever's lost this must be vexed. [ A brief pause as he's wholly distracted from what it is that he's doing by inspecting the ring. After a moment he returns to himself and the communicator. ]
Oh yeah, and this uh... [ He's put down the ring again (with care, not that anybody can see that) and picked up what looks like something he'd use to fix a car. A T-shaped cylinder that he's not exactly convinced he shouldn't just bin. Placing down the communicator briefly, he rests the cylinder across both hands and turns it one way, then the other. ]
Whatever the fuck this is... [ Flicking from voice to video takes a bit of practice as he switches the cyclinder to one hand and plucks up his communicator with the other, but he finally gets there and the object in question flits into view. Unbeknownst to Bob, it's a lightsaber. His grinning face swims into view briefly. ]
Let me know, yeah?
[ He's in the process of ending the video when his curious nature takes over, eyes catching on what could be a button on the strange cylinder. Voice sounding further away from the video feed, his communicator already swinging back down to the desk he's going to put it on, the last thing that can be heard before the video cuts out is: ]
Ooooh, what's this then...
[ ooc: both items belong to in-game chars (taken with ooc permission!) so they will make their way back to their rightful owners but totally open for people either a) trying to claim one that isn't theirs) or b) whatever else! ]
no subject
[ He takes a small pause of his own, not sure whether to be thrilled at the agreement and ask about the carpet or to ask something else. ]
...when you first got here... were your powers a bit... [ He wants to say uncontrolled but that seems a lot like an admission of something. ]
no subject
[ Ah. Right. Yeah, should probably warn him before meeting the guy. ]
I’ve got something called the Spark, which uh - it makes other people braver, I guess. But the worst one is the truth one. Anyone near me just - randomly blurts the truth, sometimes. It’s not all the time, but it makes it real hard to keep secrets. Or thoughts to myself. It works on me just as well as it works on other people, and I can’t control it for shit, so. Fully understand if that means you’d rather back out of a flight.
[ A pause, a hum. ]
Really weird? Really overwhelming? Yeah. I’ve gone through a few. One of my first ones when I arrived was being able to talk to technology, which sounds great until you realize you can’t get your fridge to shut up about your dietary choices.
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Nah, I'm game.
[ Decisive. To the point. Surely not something he'll think back on later and wonder if he was letting anatomy other than his brain do the thinking. ]
Overwhelming, yeah. I feel that. [ He can't help but laugh at the description, though. ]
Oh shit. Yeah. My fridge would abuse the fuck out of me.
no subject
Alright, sounds good. Name the time and place and I'll be there.
There was uh, there used to be a school here to help people figure out their powers and regulate them, but I don't know if anyone's doing anything like that anymore.
You get stuck with anything terrible?
no subject
[ A pause because at the powers question he has a little think about what the file said. ]
Nah. I mean... depends what you think is terrible. I got this one that's got me in shit already. Taking things with my brain. [ ACCIDENTALLY, for now. ]
And then... I can't get lost. Name me a place and I know how to get there without a map. [ He counts two on his fingers, putting the powers into some kind of numerical order because it helps fit in his brain better that way. ]
Last one's a bit fucking weird. Something to do with pheromones. [ And this is the one that's troubling him the most :\ ]