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poly_chromatic2012-12-15 05:25 pm
horseish) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-12-15 05:25 pm
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[The video opens near the town square. Every surface is dusted with a thin layer of early December snow. Most people are trudging around it, hoods down against the cold.
Until one small figure scrambles into shot, collecting handfuls of snow in small, bare hands. A child of maybe seven or eight, dressed in knickerbockers and a knitted sweater, anachronistic against the stark modern backdrop of the fountain, is working hard to create one snowball from the meager snowfall. The child obviously isn't dressed for the cold and shivers now and again, but doesn't seem to mind. The snow is obviously much more exciting and worth working through the cold for. Someone comes to closer and they speak for a while, out of range of the device's speaker, but the child makes a mad dash when the woman tries to hold out a hand to hold.
Which results in the discovery of the device.
A small freckled face comes in very close to the lens, inspecting it with calm and careful interest.]
Does everyone speak to these things in this place? I don't know why they would do that I don't think they talk back. See, my name is Bobby Lassiter and I think my magic brought me here. But I wish I hadn't left Rosie behind. Now I'm going to look silly because I just talked to a box.
[The child makes a high pitched noise, almost a scream and almost a whiny before cantering around in a circle and flopping onto a snowbank.]
See? Now I look crazy AND silly and I will get sent to the loony bin and no one will ever see me again.
[The video feed ends with a fit of giggles.]
Until one small figure scrambles into shot, collecting handfuls of snow in small, bare hands. A child of maybe seven or eight, dressed in knickerbockers and a knitted sweater, anachronistic against the stark modern backdrop of the fountain, is working hard to create one snowball from the meager snowfall. The child obviously isn't dressed for the cold and shivers now and again, but doesn't seem to mind. The snow is obviously much more exciting and worth working through the cold for. Someone comes to closer and they speak for a while, out of range of the device's speaker, but the child makes a mad dash when the woman tries to hold out a hand to hold.
Which results in the discovery of the device.
A small freckled face comes in very close to the lens, inspecting it with calm and careful interest.]
Does everyone speak to these things in this place? I don't know why they would do that I don't think they talk back. See, my name is Bobby Lassiter and I think my magic brought me here. But I wish I hadn't left Rosie behind. Now I'm going to look silly because I just talked to a box.
[The child makes a high pitched noise, almost a scream and almost a whiny before cantering around in a circle and flopping onto a snowbank.]
See? Now I look crazy AND silly and I will get sent to the loony bin and no one will ever see me again.
[The video feed ends with a fit of giggles.]
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[Considers.]
Well. I suppose you can. But, that would be more of an object, I should think and less of a power.
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Are you wearing a costume?
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I only dress in your traditional Midgard attire when wishing to blend in.
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Though you may call me Serrure.
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You may call me Bobby.
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Well met, then Bobby.
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[This is much better sounding than 'pleased to meet you, she's storing it for later.]