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maskormenace2016-09-05 07:58 pm
barbarus) wrote in maskormenace2016-09-05 07:58 pm
1 cuff | video | joint post
[ The video turns on to reveal a large man, who is providing it with a close-up shot of about half of his face, and one strong, muscular shoulder. Most of his skin is bare, aside from a white tunic-like garment pinned at that shoulder. It's evident that someone is in the room with him, since he's focused on them and not on what he's doing. ]
Is it working? I cannot tell if --
[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.
He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him. ]
Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.
While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards. ]
And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.
[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.
Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free. ]
We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.
[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]
And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.
[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]
Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.
[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.
[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.
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Is it working? I cannot tell if --
[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.
He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him. ]
Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.
While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards. ]
And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.
[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.
Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free. ]
We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.
[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]
And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.
[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]
Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.
[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.
[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.
[ ooc: Damen is red and Laurent is blue. ]
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Laurent is almost sure that adrenaline is the only thing keeping the both of them from collapsing. From the trial to Kastor to this, his heart has taken on a punitive race but left his bones weary. And now there is to be settling. A new world, a new set of rules, a new life that neither of them asked for nor understood. It seems as though there is to be no end to it. At least they have spoken to the masses, made their voices heard. That's all that really needed to be done.
The device abandoned, he turns to the other man - careful not to hurt him the way he was careful when he settled at the side opposite his wound. He does not know how Damen is faring, not truly, he thinks the other man would shoulder the greatest of weights if he were capable. Laurent does not want him to do it alone. ]
You don't have to give them false hope, you know. [ His voice is light, even. The only true sign he's worried is the way his eyes trip over his lover's features. ] One look at you and they'll know they couldn't take you in a fair match.
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[ what are the odds that he'd run into both of these men separately, only for them to be.. lovers, he thinks?? that or extremely intimate friends, anyway, and neither of them seem to be the sort of men inclined toward cuddling with friends. ]
I was lucky enough to have someone from home who'd been here a long while already, but since then, I've found or written up some materials that help. I can send them along if you like? [ a beat. ] Usually the locals you wind up working with are willing to explain things, too.
[ there's another pause, thoughtful, and he angles his device toward a corner of the room, where a metal staff is leaning against the wall. ] If you don't mind that I don't use a sword, I'd love to practice with you sometime.. ah, Damen. [ don't underestimate him because he's 5'2" and built like a reed ok. ]
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Equally strange (she hopes, a little bit): she presents herself to them as a bright-eyed, sleek-furred little cat. Her voice is cheerily girlish as she says: ]
First piece of advice: suspend all disbelief. At least for the first week or so. All the rules are different here.
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just quietly interjects omg
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As for the rest, I understand the struggle of adjusting to this place. Much of it has been unfamiliar to me as well. If you have any specific questions, I can try to answer them. [A beat.] Unless they're about Sunday School. I don't know that one.
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[ Comes the soft rumbling of the heavily accented Japanese man. He hasn't really sparred with anyone made of flesh for a long time (due to the dangers of him hurting someone by accident), but he had a shared interest in finding somewhere to practice daily. Not that he really needed it. It was just part of a strict routine he swore to uphold, even here. ]
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All of this is kept private. When she sends her message, she is composed, save for a sense of bridled tension, a probing curiousity in her eyes. ]
I too come from a world that prefers the sword.
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You may favour advice from those that do not, but I can say from my own experience that you'll encounter an abundance of kindness and curiousity. Often to a fault.
oh no dany!!
this is fine 8);;
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It'll be interesting having an imPort teaching, I think.
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Sunday school? Fuckin seriously?
. . . Just tell the kids that Lucifer fell for their sins. You'll do fine.
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As for acclimating, anything in particular you haven't figured out yet?
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