sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: dani baptiste

[The elf's expression is unreadable for a moment. No, there's worry and seriousness on his face, and he's not quite sure how to change it.

He is sitting on a modest bed - Anders's bed, not his, though not many would know - dressed in a rather attractive burnt orange sweater, slightly too large for his frame.]

--It is appears our friend Anders the healer has returned to Thedas. I believe his kitten went with him, which still leave us here with... two cats, I believe?

Maker watch over them, and all that. [A slight sigh and shake of his head.] I suppose while I have your attention, in the nature of these obnoxious vampire-related messages, I wish to point out that I am not dressing up for Halloween early - I in fact am unfamiliar with the holiday, though I do love a masquerade - nor am I readying Santa's shop, whomever that may be.

I am an elf all of the time, and this gorgeous for every occasion. [With a slight upturning of his lips, he ends the transmission.]

willprayforyou

[Not long after the video begins, it becomes clear this transmission was not made on purpose. Seconds tick bye yet the feed remains black. However, though there are no images to entertain the would-be viewer, there is a cacophony of sound.

Somewhere nearby, children are screaming in terror while adults shout frantically. The reason for this chaos reveals itself in the form of a loud, monstrous hiss. Then, without warning, that unholy sound is replaced by the repeated boom of gunfire. The shooting seems to go on forever but in actuality only lasts a few seconds.]

“Benedictus Deus.” [An unseen woman speaks, her voice tightly controlled.] “Gloria Patri.” [These words are followed by one final shot.]

[Rustling fabric can be heard as the sound of crying grows louder and is joined by the muttered prayers of an unknown man.]

“You are safe now. That foul thing is dead.” [This declaration is made by the same woman as before, now speaking Italian-accented English.] “I will alert the authorities.”

“Thank you.” [When the man replies, his voice trembles from shock.] “Sis--Sister.”

[Finally, the video switches from black to a bright, almost blinding light. It spins, images blurring, until coming to rest upon the face of a nun, her grim expression at odds with her apparent youth. It’s obvious she didn’t expect the feed to be active and is not pleased to learn is has been recording for some time.

The nameless nun stares silently before eventually deciding to addresses her audience. Instead of introducing herself or offering some other pleasantry, she rather curtly poses a question.]

“If we truly have nothing to fear from darkness-spawned demons during the day, then how does one explain this?”

[The video swings to display the serpentine body of a night naga, which lies still in the deep shade of an enormous oak tree.]

“Bad enough this abomination should dare to show its face in daylight. But to brazenly launch an attack on hallowed ground is an intolerable act of blasphemy.”

[The video spins again, focusing on a group of children being comforted by another nun. Beside this huddled mass is a priest who stares intently at the woman filming him. Judging by his expression, he might be more afraid of her than worried about the threat of further monster attacks. Beyond them all can be seen a small, unassuming church.]

“If this is your doing, Estacado, be assured I will find you and send you crawling back to the dark pit from whence you came.”

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Latin Translation: Blessed be God. Glory to the Father.

(OOC: This post is part of the Falling Shadows Event.)

sequincy

[the video's on, but it's hard to tell, because all you can see right now is the inside of a pocket. Two voices, however, are coming in loud and clear.]

...think I'm going to let you intimidate me, you faggy little nobody? Let me set something straight for you, okay, you're a newcomer and a glorified dressmaker. I don't give a shit what you think you saw because it doesn't mean shit.

[and a calm, cool, familiar voice - ] What I saw was you using your powers to illegally charm my fellow female employees. I had wondered why I couldn't figure out your ability before. It only works on the opposite sex, doesn't it? Is that how you were able to convince Mdme. Depaul to sign Marées Bleues over to you?

The old biddy was old news, and old news gets moved over for new news. That's the way of the world. I saved this company. We have new contracts, a new lingerie line -

Then you admit it. [Uryuu's voice tightens.] You're despicable -

What I'm admitting is that this company is moving in a new direction with new, AGI funding, and our new backers don't like a lot of backtalk. It's something we have in common. [a chair squeaks back sharply, there's a rustle of movement -] So if you ever think of coming in here and talking to me like this ever again, piss bag, know that I've got big dogs on speed dial who'd love to use you as a squeaky toy -

[the video suddenly clears, as Uryuu pulls the NV to reveal the shocked expression of a a handsome thirty-something-year-old man with auburn hair and a business suit. A man currently gripping Uryuu's shirt collar. Said man looks has clearly become aware of the recording light.]

Would you... like to repeat that, Mr. Robles?

[he slowly grimaces and shoves Uryuu back, hissing between his teeth.] You're fired.

Good. Because I also quit. [the feed ends.

...and when it returns fifteen minutes later, Uryuu is standing outside, coldly smoothing his hair back into place and patting at his ruffled clothing.] I'll be taking solo commissions from now on. Inquire within.

in_a_dark_wood

[The video shows a young man with silver hair. He's holding the NV in one hand and his chin is resting in the other. He is sitting at a table in a cafe somewhere, and his handsome features are marred with the sort of exhaustion that comes with running a circuit race all night instead of sleeping.]

So...

[He drums his fingers against his cheek and a hand reaches into view to refill the coffee cup in front of him. He sits back to give the waiter room, then resumes slouching when the hand retreats.]

So, I guess I got a party invitation I couldn't turn down, eh? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a nice city you guys got here. I really dig how people throw rocks at me, you know? Really helps a guy feel at home. Oh, yeah, and the monsters coming out at night.

[He drops his hand away from his chin to the table and he smiles a bitter smile.]

I don't know who'd want to drag me all the way out here. Whoever you are, you'd better explain yourself, you kindapping fuck, or I'll-

[The waiter's arm appears again, lowering a personal pizza down in front of the young man who looks at it and blinks as his train of thought derails]

-...Hey! I said no olives!

[The waiter mutters something then walks away and the young man sneezes]

....Dammit...

[And the feed ends]

((OOC: Dante's Permissions Post))