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tushanshu2013-11-15 10:11 pm
loquaciouslyfeline) wrote in tushanshu2013-11-15 10:11 pm
Video 001
[Amelia is sitting straight up, looking directly at the screen. Hands folded in front of her, the very pose exudes authority; this is a woman who knows she is of rank.]
I am Captain Amelia of the Terran Royal Navy, lately returned from an expedition to locate the lost trove of the infamous pirate Nathaniel Flint, and more recently rather unceremoniously drenched in a tub of water and informed that I am to be engaging in a conflict against a malevolent entity of which I have not heard until today.
[A measured pause. Her tone indicates she is more irritated by the idea of fighting someone else’s war, rather than the prospect of combat itself. Or perhaps it is the drenching she is cross about.]
I do not care for being brought here against my will, especially if I do not know the how of it. These kedan are maddeningly unhelpful when questioned on such topics. They tell me that time has been stopped in my universe, which, if true - highly doubtful, of course - is of some relief. But if I am to stay here for an extended tenure, there are important questions that I must have answered. This…
[and here she pauses for a moment to pick her words. Amelia is not given to superstitions regarding the summoning of a monstrous being simply by speaking his name, but the kedan were very adamant about not saying it, and this has been a rather strange day. Best to not risk it, then.]
...M-fellow. I'd like to know more about him. If I have indeed been brought here to fight a war, then it is imperative that I know what I shall be dealing with. In addition, is it true we are riding on the back of a giant turtle?
[This last question is accompanied by nearly palpable disbelief.]
[The next pause is not one of calculation or thought, but of expectancy. Amelia’s waiting for her answers, and it’s only after the silence has gone on for a few seconds that she realizes replies will not be instantaneous.]
That’ll do, for the moment, so as not to overwhelm you.
[It’s a save, but she says it like it was always planned that way. She nods her head once at the screen, just ever so slightly.]
That is all.
[end transmission]
I am Captain Amelia of the Terran Royal Navy, lately returned from an expedition to locate the lost trove of the infamous pirate Nathaniel Flint, and more recently rather unceremoniously drenched in a tub of water and informed that I am to be engaging in a conflict against a malevolent entity of which I have not heard until today.
[A measured pause. Her tone indicates she is more irritated by the idea of fighting someone else’s war, rather than the prospect of combat itself. Or perhaps it is the drenching she is cross about.]
I do not care for being brought here against my will, especially if I do not know the how of it. These kedan are maddeningly unhelpful when questioned on such topics. They tell me that time has been stopped in my universe, which, if true - highly doubtful, of course - is of some relief. But if I am to stay here for an extended tenure, there are important questions that I must have answered. This…
[and here she pauses for a moment to pick her words. Amelia is not given to superstitions regarding the summoning of a monstrous being simply by speaking his name, but the kedan were very adamant about not saying it, and this has been a rather strange day. Best to not risk it, then.]
...M-fellow. I'd like to know more about him. If I have indeed been brought here to fight a war, then it is imperative that I know what I shall be dealing with. In addition, is it true we are riding on the back of a giant turtle?
[This last question is accompanied by nearly palpable disbelief.]
[The next pause is not one of calculation or thought, but of expectancy. Amelia’s waiting for her answers, and it’s only after the silence has gone on for a few seconds that she realizes replies will not be instantaneous.]
That’ll do, for the moment, so as not to overwhelm you.
[It’s a save, but she says it like it was always planned that way. She nods her head once at the screen, just ever so slightly.]
That is all.
[end transmission]
[video]
[He more mouths the words than says it, again pretending to look at his 'schedule'. His eyebrows raise, and he looks back to the feed.]
Yep, that works! Tell me, do you like sushi? I know a this nice little place, has amazin' tea and sashimi. An', of course, other entrees if fish ain't exactly your fancy.
Re: [video]
[At this rate she's going to learn where all the best places to eat are by simply having introduced herself on the network.]
[video]
[That's just the price she has to pay for being so gorgeously feline. He does send her the name and location to the place though.]
What's a good time for you? I know humans tend to be diurnal, are you the same?
Re: [video]
[Not that she knows what eff-why-eye means, but she doesn't feel like asking. Amelia nods her appreciation upon receiving the precise directions.]
I mostly operate on a diurnal schedule, yes, although if the need arises I can work at any hour. A luncheon would be nice.
[video]
[Laying it on rather thick there, Eridan.]
Then a luncheon it is! Fantastic, so I'll see you around noonish?