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sirenspull2012-10-09 11:02 am
laurice) wrote in sirenspull2012-10-09 11:02 am
twenty-third date; [video]
[This is Larry standing at the foot of the stairs of his house, beside the life-size statues of Phoenix and Edgeworth, his two best friends who have long since left the Port (again). His head is bowed and he looks strangely thoughtful. The NV is perched somewhere some distance away so that you can see much of Larry and the statues.]
Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.
[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]
That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.
[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.
Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]
'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.
I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!
Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.
[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]
That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.
[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.
Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]
'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.
I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!
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[Even if they all dumped him afterward, they technically still wasted their time on him.]
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[Not all, but many. One was just scared by a letter that looked more like a blackmail message. Another never got the message at all and it was sent to a windy old bag...
CLOSE ENOUGH.]
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You forgot the one that was killed by a present you made her... oh oops that relationship was already overFranziska's eyes light up; she seems to be taking some enjoyment out of his protests. ]
Harsh, but true... and the point remains; the prosecutor's path is the only path I care about. None other!
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YES IT WAS, SO IT DOESN'T COUNT]Like I said, how do you know that? Can you predict the future?
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[Larry can tell this is one argument he's not exactly going to win. But because he's Larry, he will press onward.]
Uh...okay, but aren't there other things you like doing? For all you know, one of those might end up saving your bacon.
[Like cooking. From being a mere seller of hot dogs on Gourd Lake, he managed to make it as a chef at Lion's Gate. Who would've seen THAT coming?
Not Auste, for sure]no subject
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[From hobo life, more like.]
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[ Yet it's more of a demand than a suggestion. ]
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