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poly_chromatic2012-01-28 06:08 pm
withloadedguns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-01-28 06:08 pm
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[Video Post]
[The image shakes itself free of all the scattered dust and fragmented digital thought to show a view of the inside of the Barn just outside the City. A little winter sunlight is falling through the windows and the door--a peaceful sort of place, as compared to the City itself today. Indeed, there seems to be a great deal of commotion somewhere...rather nearby. Not too nearby, but the sound of it is rising up and filtering in to this countryside image. That must be the City at large today.
It's not in the least bit an accidental video this time (fortunately, though he still needs to fix that catch). Although it isn't very focused or directed, all the same, since, from the device's familiar place hung from the horn of a saddle, it seems to show the Barn, the horses, and our Man here (no poncho, please nota bene, because he's wearing a longer, warmer, slightly weather-beaten duster for the weather--but the poncho is just packed up for warmer weather) adjusting the saddle and packing up and preparing from which the device hangs--lefthandedly. The horse shivers a little, adjust its footing: the image slides side to side and settles again. He gets happy with a particular buckle and then, taking his cigarillo out of his mouth, addresses the device.]
Seems like it's a little too crowded for me around here.
[There's a little bit of a wry smile in that. This isn't the first time he's done this, packing up and getting a move on in response to crowds. Not that surprising with him really, is it? Clearly he is, as the pointedly anachronistic saying goes, getting the hell out of Dodge--for the time being at least. As much as he can (he can't go far, not in these crowds). He tips his hat--well, pulls on the brim a little--to the device.]
So long.
[He pats the horse's neck with that same left hand and pulls himself up into the saddle and sets the horse to walking. Only then, with the darkness of the barn and the light outside it and all the sounds of City and farm passing around each other, does he reach down to collect the device and snap it shut, ending the feed and dropping it back into darkness and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Come. Get. Some. Bring on the cowboys, the references, the AUs, the facetwins, the doubles, the clones, the canonmates-I-will-never-have, aged up, aged down--bring it all. He's going to be wandering around some (with and on the horse) so if you want to see him in passing in life or on the Network, that is all fine. Action threads, Network threads, whatever--as you please!]
[The image shakes itself free of all the scattered dust and fragmented digital thought to show a view of the inside of the Barn just outside the City. A little winter sunlight is falling through the windows and the door--a peaceful sort of place, as compared to the City itself today. Indeed, there seems to be a great deal of commotion somewhere...rather nearby. Not too nearby, but the sound of it is rising up and filtering in to this countryside image. That must be the City at large today.
It's not in the least bit an accidental video this time (fortunately, though he still needs to fix that catch). Although it isn't very focused or directed, all the same, since, from the device's familiar place hung from the horn of a saddle, it seems to show the Barn, the horses, and our Man here (no poncho, please nota bene, because he's wearing a longer, warmer, slightly weather-beaten duster for the weather--but the poncho is just packed up for warmer weather) adjusting the saddle and packing up and preparing from which the device hangs--lefthandedly. The horse shivers a little, adjust its footing: the image slides side to side and settles again. He gets happy with a particular buckle and then, taking his cigarillo out of his mouth, addresses the device.]
Seems like it's a little too crowded for me around here.
[There's a little bit of a wry smile in that. This isn't the first time he's done this, packing up and getting a move on in response to crowds. Not that surprising with him really, is it? Clearly he is, as the pointedly anachronistic saying goes, getting the hell out of Dodge--for the time being at least. As much as he can (he can't go far, not in these crowds). He tips his hat--well, pulls on the brim a little--to the device.]
So long.
[He pats the horse's neck with that same left hand and pulls himself up into the saddle and sets the horse to walking. Only then, with the darkness of the barn and the light outside it and all the sounds of City and farm passing around each other, does he reach down to collect the device and snap it shut, ending the feed and dropping it back into darkness and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Come. Get. Some. Bring on the cowboys, the references, the AUs, the facetwins, the doubles, the clones, the canonmates-I-will-never-have, aged up, aged down--bring it all. He's going to be wandering around some (with and on the horse) so if you want to see him in passing in life or on the Network, that is all fine. Action threads, Network threads, whatever--as you please!]
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How's it even possible? How's that even work?
...and how's he going to answer a message like the one he's got in his hands?
He's got a stub of a pencil around here somewhere... He's got to consider this one a minute, Hawk...]
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He'll think about this for a while. If he--or himself in some other world, if that even makes sense--was using the hawk as a messenger--the way he did during the curse--then he--the other he--should be the one to answer this message. He--this he--can't do it because he doesn't know how long he--either one--will be. But the hawk wants to take a message back. And he's writing a note on behalf of himself for that kid the way he was during that curse (crooked half-smile and all).
How does that even work?
Finally, he'll write:]
Don't know yet. Ask again in 2 days.
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He'll hold on to this message and send you on your way with it a little later. Maybe after he's braved the crowds on the edge of town and bought you a piece or two of really decent meat for supper.
He walks the horse along as gently as he can, still thinking about what it all means and whether he's right at all about it.
His answer seems good enough, whether he's right or wrong. And the least he can do is feed the hawk and let it rest...]
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