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maskormenace2016-10-06 01:01 am
danceofcurse) wrote in maskormenace2016-10-06 01:01 am
003 ⚔ Video
[When the broadcast begins, the center of attention is a young man's gloved hands and the toy figure they hold, approximately thirteen centimeters tall and brushed with shining metallic white paint. Protruding from large armored shoulders embedded with green gems is a leathery-looking vinyl cape that hangs low enough to reach adjustable feet. When pressed, a switch resting behind a horned helmet triggers movement of the arms: a rigid up-and-down chopping motion.]
I was alright with building these things when I first got here, but now that they've started to model them after Escaflowne...
[To say Van sounds exasperated is an understatement, but even so, he doesn't appear to be in any hurry to dispose of the figure. Rather than treat it with any sort of disrespect, the toy is set aside in favor of collecting the phone, the camera positioned in his hands to capture his disapproving frown, no doubt expected by those who have come to know him.]
What I'm trying to say is that I'm looking for new work. I'm good with a bow and arrow, better with a sword, and if there are people who want to learn or need protecting...
[He doesn't feel good about suggesting they pay him for any of that, but he can't very well live off the generosity of others, now can he? And he's not happy at present doing something he feels serves no greater purpose. This is really the only option he has.]
I'm also looking for an armorer. And someone who knows their way around large... [He pauses, clearly searching for the right word, his face screwing up with concentration before, albeit with obvious dissatisfaction, he settles upon the only commonly accepted descriptor he knows.] ...large robots.
Mine needs some repairs. Potentially some improvements.
[That's it. As abruptly as his broadcast began, it ends.]
I was alright with building these things when I first got here, but now that they've started to model them after Escaflowne...
[To say Van sounds exasperated is an understatement, but even so, he doesn't appear to be in any hurry to dispose of the figure. Rather than treat it with any sort of disrespect, the toy is set aside in favor of collecting the phone, the camera positioned in his hands to capture his disapproving frown, no doubt expected by those who have come to know him.]
What I'm trying to say is that I'm looking for new work. I'm good with a bow and arrow, better with a sword, and if there are people who want to learn or need protecting...
[He doesn't feel good about suggesting they pay him for any of that, but he can't very well live off the generosity of others, now can he? And he's not happy at present doing something he feels serves no greater purpose. This is really the only option he has.]
I'm also looking for an armorer. And someone who knows their way around large... [He pauses, clearly searching for the right word, his face screwing up with concentration before, albeit with obvious dissatisfaction, he settles upon the only commonly accepted descriptor he knows.] ...large robots.
Mine needs some repairs. Potentially some improvements.
[That's it. As abruptly as his broadcast began, it ends.]
no subject
[it's not important enough to prolong the little squabble; a protracted argument would only become more dangerous than any training Van might manage to try and slog through anyway. so Hazel just drops it - and nearly does the same with her sword, the shift from verbal to physical happening without warning.
thankfully her body protects her, just as she'd tried to explain earlier. the rigor mortis grip she naturally adopts when holding anything vaguely weapon-shaped keeps the sword in her hand, albeit flying out to her side from the force of the blow. there's no wince of pain to startle it open, nothing to dull her reaction time but the internal workings of her own brain.
just as quickly as her arm is thrown out it comes back in, aiming to smack Van upside the head with the practice sword as if it were a club. this is absolutely not how you get better at using a blade, but that's her 'teacher's' fault rather than her own - all he did was tell her how to stand in one place before starting this. what did he expect!]