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maskormenace2015-08-11 01:13 am
mousquetaire) wrote in maskormenace2015-08-11 01:13 am
Entry tags:
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- † alduin | the world eater,
- † charlie maxwell | n/a,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † death the kid | n/a,
- † hayley marshall-kenner|andréa labonair,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † karkat vantas | knight of blood,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † leonard "alpha" church | ghost,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † thomas | n/a
002 | Video
[ D'Artagnan appears front and centre of the video. He'd barely been able to make this thing record the first time around. Now, he's actually confident with it. Perhaps overconfident. Behind him there's a lot of concrete, but whatever that's about isn't clear just yet. ]
It seems there's a lot of new faces here.
[ It doesn't feel that long since he got here, himself. Seeing them all had made him count back, and realise it's been much longer than he thought. Three months gone, and this is the fourth. A quarter of a year. It doesn't feel like that at all. That's disturbing.
And invigorating. Things need to change. ]
I suppose I ought to welcome you, but that doesn't feel right at all. To those of you who want to leave: I'm sorry. It's not so easy as that. I wish it were. But whoever you are, whoever is listening to this - don't give up. We will leave this place, someday.
My name is d'Artagnan, of the King's Musketeers. I'm from a long way away. So are most of you. What I will tell you is, most of the time, it's not terrible here. You don't have to stay in the place they gave you. They'll ask you to Register. I did, but you don't have to. They won't hurt you for making a choice. But there are times when there's trouble, and there are times when the less trustworthy among our number feel the need to make themselves known. If any of you feel threatened, or afraid, then I give you my word, I'll do whatever I can to help you. You only need to ask.
[ He looks entirely sincere, and he means it. His duty ought to be to protect the King of France, and his subjects. Instead, he will do what he can for the people here - especially for other imports. ]
That's the serious part. These things, on the other hand.
[ The camera switches away from him to reveal that the concrete behind him is actually a car lot, and he's focused on one particular hovercar - bright red, with sporting stripes and fins, it looks like an old-fashioned racecar that's missing its wheels. D'Artagnan's voice has turned eager, less formal. ]
They're like nothing my world has seen. I want to know how to drive one. If there's any among you who can teach me, I'll trade whatever you like. Money, skills, anything you need. [ Thanks to the job that he hates, on top of the fact that he's Registered, he actually isn't poor in this world. That's almost as unusual for him as the flying cars. ] Whatever you think is proper. If I'm going to be here for a while - and that seems clear by now - then I want to learn.
It seems there's a lot of new faces here.
[ It doesn't feel that long since he got here, himself. Seeing them all had made him count back, and realise it's been much longer than he thought. Three months gone, and this is the fourth. A quarter of a year. It doesn't feel like that at all. That's disturbing.
And invigorating. Things need to change. ]
I suppose I ought to welcome you, but that doesn't feel right at all. To those of you who want to leave: I'm sorry. It's not so easy as that. I wish it were. But whoever you are, whoever is listening to this - don't give up. We will leave this place, someday.
My name is d'Artagnan, of the King's Musketeers. I'm from a long way away. So are most of you. What I will tell you is, most of the time, it's not terrible here. You don't have to stay in the place they gave you. They'll ask you to Register. I did, but you don't have to. They won't hurt you for making a choice. But there are times when there's trouble, and there are times when the less trustworthy among our number feel the need to make themselves known. If any of you feel threatened, or afraid, then I give you my word, I'll do whatever I can to help you. You only need to ask.
[ He looks entirely sincere, and he means it. His duty ought to be to protect the King of France, and his subjects. Instead, he will do what he can for the people here - especially for other imports. ]
That's the serious part. These things, on the other hand.
[ The camera switches away from him to reveal that the concrete behind him is actually a car lot, and he's focused on one particular hovercar - bright red, with sporting stripes and fins, it looks like an old-fashioned racecar that's missing its wheels. D'Artagnan's voice has turned eager, less formal. ]
They're like nothing my world has seen. I want to know how to drive one. If there's any among you who can teach me, I'll trade whatever you like. Money, skills, anything you need. [ Thanks to the job that he hates, on top of the fact that he's Registered, he actually isn't poor in this world. That's almost as unusual for him as the flying cars. ] Whatever you think is proper. If I'm going to be here for a while - and that seems clear by now - then I want to learn.
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