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maskormenace2017-03-01 06:14 am
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenace2017-03-01 06:14 am
00? ( video. ) not sarissa, tho.
( There is a woman on screen who looks remarkably unconcerned.
She also looks familiar, possibly, given that the family resemblance between Sarissa and her grandmother is staggering. Notable differences – this woman is obviously wearing something a little more era appropriate for this place, but still not quite right, in faded green and brown cut to match World War II era demands, all practicality. A scar, or an injury in the process of becoming a scar, cuts down from her left cheekbone towards her jaw, and it creases into something like a dimple when she speaks.
Between the knuckles of her fore and index fingers rests a cigar, white smoke curling upwards and blooming outwards like a drop of ink twisting through water. Her accent, when she speaks, is markedly Greek. )
I have always heard America called the “Land of Opportunity.” Opportunity— ( A small gesture with her free hand, palm flat and facing down - so-so. )
Maybe. Feet draggers, I think, more likely. And poor filing, ah? That is definite.
( There is a little smile, though it’s not a very mirthful thing, as she picks up a file. ) I was giving the paperwork for a Sarissa Theron. They insist it’s mine, but— no. If anyone knows this woman, I think it better these papers get back to safe hands.
( Her smile widens, sharpens. )
My name is Eunike. For the record? This is— cock and balls. Bullshit. Dragging us from our own wars, to fight theirs? That is convenient, no? Cowardice, I think.
( Note: this is related to the Dial Straits plot. Sarissa ported out on the 1st March and this is set on the 3rd – for those two days Sarissa’s device would have been disconnected. Now is back in action, but in the wrong hands. )
She also looks familiar, possibly, given that the family resemblance between Sarissa and her grandmother is staggering. Notable differences – this woman is obviously wearing something a little more era appropriate for this place, but still not quite right, in faded green and brown cut to match World War II era demands, all practicality. A scar, or an injury in the process of becoming a scar, cuts down from her left cheekbone towards her jaw, and it creases into something like a dimple when she speaks.
Between the knuckles of her fore and index fingers rests a cigar, white smoke curling upwards and blooming outwards like a drop of ink twisting through water. Her accent, when she speaks, is markedly Greek. )
I have always heard America called the “Land of Opportunity.” Opportunity— ( A small gesture with her free hand, palm flat and facing down - so-so. )
Maybe. Feet draggers, I think, more likely. And poor filing, ah? That is definite.
( There is a little smile, though it’s not a very mirthful thing, as she picks up a file. ) I was giving the paperwork for a Sarissa Theron. They insist it’s mine, but— no. If anyone knows this woman, I think it better these papers get back to safe hands.
( Her smile widens, sharpens. )
My name is Eunike. For the record? This is— cock and balls. Bullshit. Dragging us from our own wars, to fight theirs? That is convenient, no? Cowardice, I think.
( Note: this is related to the Dial Straits plot. Sarissa ported out on the 1st March and this is set on the 3rd – for those two days Sarissa’s device would have been disconnected. Now is back in action, but in the wrong hands. )
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Right. I'm Kotetsu. Kotetsu Kaburagi.
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Have you been here very long, Mr. Kaburagi?
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[He just turned forty a month ago--having arrived at just shy of thirty-seven. It's weird.]
You can just call me Kotetsu, though, there's no need to be super formal or anything.
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( This place is already complicated, and she does not doubt it will continue being complicated. )
Have you enjoyed your three years?
( Three years - she can hardly imagine to be in such a place as this for three years. Three hours are already aggravating her. )
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[Enjoyed is definitely...a strong term, in this context. There's a bit of hesitation, then he offers--]
There's--been good times and bad times, I guess.
[And times when the Russians invaded and all the imports were forcibly put in brainwashing camp and tortured for noncompliance for a week, all before U.S. bombed a city full of innocent civilians because there were people working for the Soviets there.
She doesn't need that kind of detail right off the bat, though.]