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savetheearth2014-04-08 09:10 pm
featherduster) wrote in savetheearth2014-04-08 09:10 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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- bleach: toushirou hitsugaya,
- death note: l lawliet,
- evangelion: misato katsuragi,
- gundam 00: tieria erde,
- league of legends: lux crownguard,
- magic knight rayearth: umi ryuuzaki,
- marvel cinematic universe: loki,
- moon child: kei,
- moon child: sho,
- my little pony: rarity,
- original: melissa lyre,
- pandora hearts: elliot nightray,
- tales of symphonia: kratos aurion,
- teen titans: starfire,
- trigun: vash the stampede,
- yu-gi-oh!: bakura ryou
( one ) smartphone / video
[ Eriks doesn't know why he puts the number into his phone. It's been a constant presence at the back of his head for a good week now, sure, but he's made an art out of ignoring it. No, more accurately, he doesn't notice he's put the number into his phone until his thumb has already done it: having already scrolled through everything that needs reading in the morning (work emails, the news, Tumblr of course—), he's left with nothing to do but fidget. And fidget he does, right into a goldmine of information that his bosses would skin a man for.
He forgets all about the eggs cooking on the stove and deposits himself in a kitchen chair, skim reading like no one has ever skim read before. Watches a few videos, follows a few links, listens to a few audio posts, and gleans too much and too little all at once. He can already tell his nights will be occupied with plenty of reading material for many weeks to come. Sleep? Not anymore, bud.
Still... reading is one thing. Watching is another. But conversation is absolutely indispensable, and he needs to talk with these people. But he needs to approach it carefully. Delicately. And, from the looks of things, not mention that whole 'with the Feds' thing.
With this in mind, he flips his phone camera to video, puts on his best charming smile, and initiates First Contact with exactly as much seriousness as he should. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, hello! I admit my disappointment that this isn't the beautiful, mysterious barista's phone number I thought it was, since I was pretty sure I memorized it. I guess she gave me a fake number, after all...
But here's the good news: this eligible bachelor has just become available in your undercover supernatural neighborhood! I enjoy long walks on the beach and extended discourse on the virtues of life and love. Hours of illuminating conversation are 100% free of charge, and there's even a platonic package available for the less daring. Inquire within for further details.
[ A beat, as black smoke billows from the abandoned frying pan behind him. He doesn't turn, doesn't even shift, but there's a brief second of tragicomedy in his expression when the smell of eggs-cum-charcoal hits his nose. How long has he been... ah, hell.
Composure utterly unwavering, ]
—And whoever recommends the best diner will receive a limited edition free coffee! Act now while supplies last; you'd be a fool to pass this one up, folks!
I apologize for the (exciting) interruption and you may now return to your usual programming.
[ Gives a winning smile as the video goes off — and then topples the chair (and very nearly the table) in his scramble to deal with what was once his breakfast.
Quite the catch, ladies and gentlemen, don't miss out!! ]
He forgets all about the eggs cooking on the stove and deposits himself in a kitchen chair, skim reading like no one has ever skim read before. Watches a few videos, follows a few links, listens to a few audio posts, and gleans too much and too little all at once. He can already tell his nights will be occupied with plenty of reading material for many weeks to come. Sleep? Not anymore, bud.
Still... reading is one thing. Watching is another. But conversation is absolutely indispensable, and he needs to talk with these people. But he needs to approach it carefully. Delicately. And, from the looks of things, not mention that whole 'with the Feds' thing.
With this in mind, he flips his phone camera to video, puts on his best charming smile, and initiates First Contact with exactly as much seriousness as he should. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, hello! I admit my disappointment that this isn't the beautiful, mysterious barista's phone number I thought it was, since I was pretty sure I memorized it. I guess she gave me a fake number, after all...
But here's the good news: this eligible bachelor has just become available in your undercover supernatural neighborhood! I enjoy long walks on the beach and extended discourse on the virtues of life and love. Hours of illuminating conversation are 100% free of charge, and there's even a platonic package available for the less daring. Inquire within for further details.
[ A beat, as black smoke billows from the abandoned frying pan behind him. He doesn't turn, doesn't even shift, but there's a brief second of tragicomedy in his expression when the smell of eggs-cum-charcoal hits his nose. How long has he been... ah, hell.
Composure utterly unwavering, ]
—And whoever recommends the best diner will receive a limited edition free coffee! Act now while supplies last; you'd be a fool to pass this one up, folks!
I apologize for the (exciting) interruption and you may now return to your usual programming.
[ Gives a winning smile as the video goes off — and then topples the chair (and very nearly the table) in his scramble to deal with what was once his breakfast.
Quite the catch, ladies and gentlemen, don't miss out!! ]
voice;
You're on here?! [Yes, that might just be your nephew's voice coming from your phone and he sounds completely incredulous.]
voice;
Nicholas . . . [ whyyyyy ]
I think that should be my line, actually.
voice;
voice;
You wanna let your coolest of uncles in on how long you've been in a secret superhero club?
voice;
I got a vision thing with the numbers at the end a day after moving to the city. I was helping Freya unpack.
voice; 1/2
[ WHAT A WORLD WE LIVE IN ]
voice;
You guys all just moved here?! Why doesn't anyone tell me anything? Your folks could've at least phoned me!
voice;
Uncle Eriks, I'm surprised dad even let us know. He had everything completely approved, even us going the military academy before we even got home from school that day.
voice;
Haaah... don't blame him too much, he learned that song and dance from his dad.
Is there any point asking whether they know?
voice;
They don't know. I haven't even mentioned it to Freya- don't want to freak her out.
voice;
Wouldn't it be better to let her know for yourself, rather than waiting for her to find out some other way?
voice;
What'd you get back?
voice;
[ Shrugs (not that Nicholas can see it), because he's intentionally avoided sparing it much thought. ]
You don't have eyeballs growing out of your feet, too, do you?
voice;
[Did you just say-]
Eyeballs out of my-?! No! You don't, do you? Do you?
[Oh god there is most certainly panic in his voice, eyeballs on his feet?! Please no.]
voice;
Or, errr- [ this is a very misleading conversation apparently ] There aren't really any eyeballs. Or maybe they're magic eyeballs? It's not really clear.
But more importantly, I'm curious what all my nieces' and nephews' magical superhero powers are.
[ BESIDES FOOT EYEBALLS ]
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[And you honestly scared the crap out of him! Thanks Uncle Eriks, thanks!]
I don't have any powers or anything. I got a .... really disturbing memory, a kind of random memory and a sword.
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[ Frrrowning, now ]
If some of this stuff has been unsettling, it's even worse for you to not talk with anyone about it.
no subject
[He's shrugging even if you can't see it.]
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... Nicholas... I think you're taking this just a little too lightly.
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It's just some weird memory- it's not bad. I've seen worse in a movie!
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[ AREN'T YOU STILL LIKE. NINE??? ]
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[Seriously, Uncle Eriks when will you realize we're not toddlers no more!]
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Sheesh... you're a lot braver than I am. [ AND HE'S A CRIMINAL INVESTIGATOR.... ] In all seriousness, though, I'm kinda concerned.
Tell me more about the sword?
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Um- it's black, kind of fancy looking. Even the blade is black and it's definitely not ornamental. Sucker is sharp as he- heck. [He catches the curse just as it was coming out.]
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He's not actually going to answer that question, mostly because- well, who knows. While he had plenty of cause to believe this Numbered thing before (and definitely does now), he's hardly going to claim to know how it works. He files the information away for future concern, though. ]
Do you have a sheath for it? You're not just leaving it lying around, are you? For all you know, Freya might find it!
[ And then you'll get busted on being a SECRETIVE LIAR McDOUCHEFACE ]
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