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savetheearth2013-07-15 07:08 am
espigeonage) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-15 07:08 am
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[Video]
[You're treated to an unsteady, sort of skewed moving view of the inside of the apartment Julien shares with his sister. Visible mostly are the floor, the lower edges of walls and furnishings, and his legs and bare feet as he walks nervously through, but it's decent enough. Not entirely neat but clean, at least. To human eyes. He sounds... well, he's gotten so good at sounding normal, but right now Julien's talking with two nearly-identical harmonizing voices and a sort of flange, and doesn't sound good.]
Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]
That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?
[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]
Oh my god.
Oh god.
- I can't stay here.
[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]
Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]
That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?
[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]
Oh my god.
Oh god.
- I can't stay here.
[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]
[voice] an hour or two after the initial post
Julien? Is everything all right? I'm sorry for not contacting you earlier.
[Voice]
Oh. Hey... Reverend. 'S alright.
[Voice]
I'm glad to hear it. Things have been strange, lately. [a small, humorless laugh.] I mean, stranger than what we've gotten used to.
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How's that?
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It... [he pauses, awkwardly.] Oh--well, it just seems like there was a lull after...what happened in the mine. Now there are a lot of new people connecting.
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There are. Day before yesterday I saw this cloud of... sootball things, like a Ghibli movie. Or grues, Bakura's calling them that.
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More...strange animals?
Julien, can I ask you something? If it's too personal, you don't have to answer.
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Heh... [Julien doesn't like people to worry too much about him. He makes the effort. What's something silly and trivial he might say... ah. Taking on another voice, with smooth urbane tones and a British accent, from some kind of spy thriller that came out a couple years ago.] I can only tell you what you're cleared to know, so ask and you shall find the limits of that.
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[this is mostly to himself, and there's a pause as he rubs his chin, chuckling a little at Julien's mimicry.]
That--that's uncanny, you know. You could make some money doing voice work.
When we first met, and you asked me about Apostles...and now all these changes. I can't think of anything Biblical related to them, so I think the word's religious connotations might just be a coincidence. To be honest--
[he sighs, his voice dropping a little.]
I don't really know how to reconcile all this with...what I've always believed. [he decides not to mention that he'd begun doubting even before the numbers.] It's, uh. Making writing sermons a little difficult. But regardless--
You say you'll get used to it, but this is beyond the scope of anything any of us have ever...seen or felt before. Just how much has changed? And...what do you think the end result will be?
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Well. Ah... [Julien... isn't going to tell Emmanuel his peculiar-sort-of-angel theory. He wants to be pretty selective about it, and sharing it with a reverend, even one this easygoing? Which does mean not bringing up the wings, he'd probably figure it out.] I'm not sure I'm qualified for handling crises of faith, but... what specifically about all this?
What's changed with me? Lungs. I can't breathe from the gut at all but they kind of branch around and my ribs move more. Heart. You know about that already. Voice. My voicebox went and... slid down into my chest and got stupid complicated. Mostly I'm used to all that, now. I mean I have to be, it's not just going to undo itself... Now my eyes. I have more eyelids and apparently the color's different and they look like asphalt.
[He exhales audibly.] I'm only going to keep being human, physically, for so long. I don't know much about what the other me looks like but he definitely isn't human, and at some point if this goes on I won't be able to hide it.
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[not human. What did that mean? An alien? Or something else? (though weren't aliens by definition "something else"?]
People think we're becoming who or...whatever we used to be, and then what that Sage said, about being chosen and the Earth...thinking? [if he's remembering correctly. He hasn't had the nerve to go back and watch the video he recorded again.] But then everyone's saying the things they're remembering are of very different people. Or--like you, different. I don't know. Species?
I'm sorry, I'm better at this when I can write it all down first-- [he clears his throat.]
I guess what I'm trying to say is. It doesn't seem right. The fact that there are kids involved, especially. Even if the planet needs defending, why us? What makes us so different from everyone else that wasn't picked for this? It just seems random.
What's happening isn't fair to you--or any of us.
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Used to be, huh. I heard a theory that each of us has got some kind of counterpart in another dimension and we're all sort of slowly swapping skills and so on. Hah. I kind of like that more than uh... reincarnation.
Yeah. You'd think if anyone was hand-picked it'd be... I don't know, soldiers. They'd be better because hey, volunteers, and they'd be used to working together, and they'd actually have resources. There's a military base right here, if it had to be around Locke.
And okay, historically 'military' and 'abuse of power and civilians' are more than acquaintances. Huh. Well, someone.
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It also came with a bit of guilt, that he'd assume so easily that he was somehow special, or that it was meant to strengthen his faith now that it had begun to waver. After all, this was clearly far bigger than any one of them individually.]
I wouldn't call myself an expert on...other dimensions...but that seems kind of more inefficient than asking some more capable people for help...also I wouldn't envy anyone on the other end.
They could have at least picked someone with leadership skills. I'm not, uh. [a sigh.] In name, I suppose I'd fit, but a congregation is definitely not an army.
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There'd have to be some other... world, or dimension, or whatever stuff anyway, so much of this stuff wasn't ever possible before. ...and, yeah. [He imitates a tired-sounding laugh.] Some poor bastard's becoming human and forgetting stuff.
Not a lot of us seem to have those - or they'll lead but it's reluctant, not natural. We did have a real gung ho take charge guy a few months ago, but honestly I'm glad he's gotten shipped to rehab, he was too bloodthirsty.
Does kind of leave a vacuum.
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[there's a pause as he rubs a hand over his face.]
Listen, Julien. If there's anything you ever need, even if it's just someone to talk to...you can come to me, all right?
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Heh... I stuck on 'cause the first thing I saw was one of my friends discovering it, but I was idle enough I might've kept on with it anyway.
It's good of you, R-E.
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It's the least I can do. I'm not exactly a...well. Apparently "the Earth" or whatever thinks otherwise, but I'm not a combatant.
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Hah... Still good of you. I'm not usually this unbalanced, but - I'll think about it.
There'll be some good out of today.
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