Toccata opus I

[demon_gent]

[A video blips on, a blue sheen covering it as if the grand figure staring intently at the viewer is submerged in water. His eyes are a wide, almost luminescent green, staring, staring with such an intensity it’s almost uncomfortable to watch.

Before one can think to turn the feed off out of creeping fear, the man’s face splits into a mirthful grin. His voice sounding with absolute boyish glee.]

Well, hell-o, hell-o, folks! Brill weather we’re having here, aren’t we?

A little birdie told me this was Canada, shame that. You all must be tucked away in your little igloos, why I bet you've never even been swimming before!

But before I go and offer up any lessons, I need to get my little niche going. So who’s going to tell me a little bit about themselves? I’m Damon Gant, of course, hailing all the wayward down in Los Angeles. A sunny, bright and cheerful place, oh you would probably hate it!

[It's dreadfully drizzly this Sunday morning. He surmises the citizens probably eat and breathe this weather. It seems, however, strangely appropriate that he were to arrive the day after St. Patty's Day, he was after all, the product of most men's hangovers.]

Now, now, step right up, don’t be shy, I promise not to nip. Not even a little bit!


((ooc: I have an OPEN LOG here http://sirenspull-logs.dreamwidth.org/65400.html if you prefer to encounter him on the streets/on the train. ))

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[video]

[underdogged]

[Kaiji makes the mistake of trying to out-stare the man on screen. Or maybe he's just slightly hypnotised by that steady, unsettling look.

Either way, it startles the crap outta him when he talks and he jerks right out of his chair. When he re-emerges, he looks more than a little ruffled around the edges (and very embarrassed), like a bird that's fallen off its perch.]

What the hell is wrong with you?! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!

[video]

[demon_gent]

[Oh jolly good! He's clapping like he's front-row center at the Ringling bros. clown show.]

HAW HAW HAW HAAW! Oh forgive me for rustling your jimmies, my boy! All in good fun. Gets the heart pumpin' and the jives' jivin', don't you think?

[video forever]

[underdogged]

[Roll up, roll up, come see the Amazing Colour-Changing Man. Watch him magically turn from pink to red with embarrassment and annoyance! Which makes this guy the ringmaster. Asshole.

And he's so... jovial. It doesn't do anything to improve Kaiji's mood.]

No. I don't think. [he narrows his eyes] What the hell have you got to be so damn pleased about anyway, huh? Sounds like you just arrived.

[video forever]

[demon_gent]

[How quaint! He's just like a kaleidoscope of emotion!]

It's my first time being kidnapped to a far-away island! If that's not exciting, I don't know what is, hohoho!

[underdogged]

"Exciting"? Most people would be pretty pissed off. Or scared. Or even just confused. It's not like you can just jump on a plane and go home, you know.

[demon_gent]

Hmmm, yes most people can't deal with change very well. It's a crutch better left for the Neanderthals. A sign evolution is most definitely going backwards, ho-hum, ho-hum.

[underdogged]

[If Kaiji starting to look confused, it's because he's having far more trouble reading Gant than he anticipated. The most frustrating part is, he can't even figure out why he's struggling.

He pauses, then decides to take a different approach, remembering when he first turned up in the Port himself. Back then, he was mostly just relieved that he wasn't being sent to a yakuza brothel or a hole in the ground for the rest of his life.]

So you're not bothered at all that your entire life- all your money, friends, family- is just... gone?

[demon_gent]

Just because one makes a little change in locale doesn't just up and poof the things that mattered. After all, all my dear friends are right here!

[Some less friendly than others, but they'll come around.]

[underdogged]

"My friends are here so it's okay". Just listen to yourself, Pollyan- [The meaning of what Gant just said finally catches up to his knee-jerk scornfulness. He blinks.] Ah... you know people here already? How many?

[demon_gent]

Well let's see here...

[He starts to count his little ruffians off one finger at a time.]

There's Wrighto and Worthy, Freddy and Armandy--Oh! And the little dickens who likes to play cowboy, Jakey. But I'll be perfectly frank, son, I've no issue with making new acquaintanceship even if they weren't here.

Some fools look at this as a prison, I see it as a shining new opportunity.

[underdogged]

["Wrighto", "Worthy", "Freddy"... those have got to be nicknames. Sounds like he's listing children's book characters rather than friends but it's the last name that makes him do a double-take.

How many cowboys does he know called "Jake", after all?]

Wait, back up a moment. You know Marshall? [pause, trying to remember where he said he was from] From... LA?

[demon_gent]

[Gant is keen in holding his tongue free from the spite he had for that scum-bag.]

The very same! He used to work for me, after all.

[...And if things go his way, he'll be under his heel again.]