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tushanshu2015-11-01 05:21 pm
avianesque) wrote in tushanshu2015-11-01 05:21 pm
001 - Video
[What can be seen of his face beneath the shadow of his hood is his mouth and the dim impressions of his nose and eyes. One hand remains planted on a surface off-screen, and the other clutches at the cloak he wears, securing it just below his chin. Far from threatening, he looks scared, ready to bolt at any moment. Awkward. Distrustful.
He's soft-spoken, contributing to the overall aura of fear that he gives off.]
My father told me I should stay home. He said he dreamed I met the Corsi on my Migration, and worried that I wouldn't come home again. They aren't real, the Corsi; they're great, deformed creatures with black feathers and burning red eyes. They're the monsters in the shadows who eat small children and tempt men and women to spiritual corruption and mortal peril. Humans call them 'Devils'. Bogeymen.
Hau - his name. He has always had strange dreams, and no one really pays them much mind. He once dreamed the sky was falling, like the story of Chicken Little. You know that story? It's a parable for us. The lesson depends on the listener: know what you're talking about, or, alternatively, don't listen to the advice of madmen.
[The speaker motions skyward with his free hand, indicating - well. The sky falling. It becomes a dismissive gesture, the hand flapping in a soft, fluid motion before falling back to its resting place.]
Anyhow, he's an old man and he's growing feeble, and I remember thinking he just wanted his youngest son to stay with him. That isn't a bad thing, to want your family to care for you. To miss them. And I would have: I would care for my father when he grows sick, and I'll miss him when he dies. He knows that is what is in my heart. But he's much too old to entertain fears of Bogeymen.
I'm sure he thought it was a terrible omen, to dream of them while his youngest child prepares to leave with no destination in mind. I shouldn't have fought so bitterly with him. It's hard to fight new fears, to console against the unimaginable.
[After a long pause, he tries to continue with some humor in his voice, but he clearly can't manage to summon it up.]
Maybe if my father had told me he dreamed about the taste of beer, I would have stayed home. Maybe if he told me I would be required to wear this - [He extricates his Soul Gem, in its silver-winged setting, from beneath his cloak to display it to the camera.] - I would have gone to the Kai instead.
Maybe I would not have ended up here.
[And quieter now, he adds with a note of bitter regret:]
I wish I had listened.
He's soft-spoken, contributing to the overall aura of fear that he gives off.]
My father told me I should stay home. He said he dreamed I met the Corsi on my Migration, and worried that I wouldn't come home again. They aren't real, the Corsi; they're great, deformed creatures with black feathers and burning red eyes. They're the monsters in the shadows who eat small children and tempt men and women to spiritual corruption and mortal peril. Humans call them 'Devils'. Bogeymen.
Hau - his name. He has always had strange dreams, and no one really pays them much mind. He once dreamed the sky was falling, like the story of Chicken Little. You know that story? It's a parable for us. The lesson depends on the listener: know what you're talking about, or, alternatively, don't listen to the advice of madmen.
[The speaker motions skyward with his free hand, indicating - well. The sky falling. It becomes a dismissive gesture, the hand flapping in a soft, fluid motion before falling back to its resting place.]
Anyhow, he's an old man and he's growing feeble, and I remember thinking he just wanted his youngest son to stay with him. That isn't a bad thing, to want your family to care for you. To miss them. And I would have: I would care for my father when he grows sick, and I'll miss him when he dies. He knows that is what is in my heart. But he's much too old to entertain fears of Bogeymen.
I'm sure he thought it was a terrible omen, to dream of them while his youngest child prepares to leave with no destination in mind. I shouldn't have fought so bitterly with him. It's hard to fight new fears, to console against the unimaginable.
[After a long pause, he tries to continue with some humor in his voice, but he clearly can't manage to summon it up.]
Maybe if my father had told me he dreamed about the taste of beer, I would have stayed home. Maybe if he told me I would be required to wear this - [He extricates his Soul Gem, in its silver-winged setting, from beneath his cloak to display it to the camera.] - I would have gone to the Kai instead.
Maybe I would not have ended up here.
[And quieter now, he adds with a note of bitter regret:]
I wish I had listened.
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Still, I doubt that offers little comfort. I am Klaus Reinherz.
Are you alright? Do you have questions?
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[A beat.]
What is your face?
[Now, it's possible the communications method here failed to translate his question properly. It's also possible he didn't want to be rude and suggest there was something wrong with Klaus's face.]
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[There's an attempt to curb a sigh. Klaus doesn't look hurt, but there's a sudden weariness to his expression - it's clear this is not the first time he's gotten that question.]
It is a face. I would prefer not to speak of how it came to be this way but if it troubles you, I am more than happy to switch to text.
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[Beneath the hood, Milo cants his head, contemplating the other man and entertaining a feeling of slight regret for bringing up what is clearly a sore subject.
After a beat, as if to offer a show of apology or to make amends, he eases his hand and lowers the cloak's hood to show his own face - and the crest of fine, curling feathers that make up his 'hair'.
There. Even footing.]
You may be right. I fear what that may mean, however; is something worse lying in wait for me than being spirited away to this place?
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[He's not going to pry, especially since the gesture seemed one of solidarity.]
There are worse places to be spirited away to, and if I'm told correctly, the stay is temporary for most foreigners. But if the omen were indeed something to do with this place and not simply you being taken from home...
Would you be willing to discuss the symbolism of the Corsi more?
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[And talking about it clearly makes him uncomfortable.]
The interpretation of dreams relies on the dreamer. I could have a dream about the Corsi and think I had eaten bad food the night before. My sister could think it meant she would lose her doll. My father chose to think it meant my damnation.
[There's more to it than that, but in the simplest sense...
A pause, then:]
I'm Milo.
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[This is probably quite the adjustment for the bird man.]
Have you had a chance to get your bearings?
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I don't think that's something I could do in only a day. This place is larger than...anywhere I've ever been.
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Anywhere?
[He wonders if this man is from an older civilization. Keeliai had nothing on Jerusalem's Lot but it could likely be overwhelming to someone from a medieval farming village.]
...I see. It is a lot to take in. I've been here for a sufficient amount of time that I can likely answer most questions you might pose, if you wish to ask anything about the place.
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[It's half question, half resignation to the fact that he's trapped here.]
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You must miss your friends and family dearly.
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I - yes. I miss them.
[He has no friends. His eldest sister thinks he's a nuisance. His younger siblings are almost a decade younger than he is. His father is an elder and busy with governing the clan and being a husband. His goat died.
He doesn't miss them yet.]
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Are you alright...?
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Maybe I don't miss them too much. Not yet.
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