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deerfeed2020-11-09 04:46 pm
savingthrows) wrote in deerfeed2020-11-09 04:46 pm
[video] un: eleven
[ The video clicks on to a young girl, perhaps 14 years. Her round eyes look a little unsure, brows drawn together in concentration as she figures out how to work this new tablet machine with the stupid name - it's not liquid. She's learned how to operate the application tools back in Beacon, so it's a transition rather than a completely new skill.
Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]
Hi.
[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]
Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?
[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]
There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.
[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]
I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.
[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]
Thanks.
Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]
Hi.
[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]
Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?
[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]
There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.
[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]
I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.
[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]
Thanks.
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ok
please wait i need to ask a friend if you're good or bad, too
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[Or is this just like, a verdict from a total stranger here???]
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yes
he says youre nice so i trust you
different isnt bad
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[He...wonders who she talked to?]
Well
Okay, that's good
I can let you know when I've charged up at the rocks? Might be a little bit
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yes please
thank you
do you need protection there
is it dangerous
i can protect you if it is
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Is it?
[He hadn't heard about that part! He's been far too ill to investigate any of the sinkholes himself, but Korra made it sound like the stones were pretty easy to get to.]
How dangerous?
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isnt everywhere dangerous
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Fair enough
Sure, we can go together
Bring your mask and we can save some time trying it out