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victory_road2018-02-13 08:03 pm
equietus) wrote in victory_road2018-02-13 08:03 pm
1st - Video(s);
[Everyone on the network is treated with an array of videos. Yes, not one, but several. The first is a screen of black, because Sidurgu's hand is covering the camera lens.]
—Swiving piece of shite—
[It cuts off. Then, there's another, this time, upside down, and the viewer gets to see the front of Sidurgu's armor.]
Godsdammit! Is it work—
[And then he cuts the feed again. Clearly hitting the wrong button. They say third time's the charm, but is it really? Not for Sidurgu, in any case. At least this time the viewer gets to see his face, and his oddly colored eyes—black sclera, and minty green eyes (though his hair covers one of them), with a lighter limbal ring around the outside, where ordinarily it's darker. He looks less than pleased, and just as he goes to speak, the Pokègear gets snatched from him in a pink flash. His own Pokèmon seemingly betraying him.]
Come back here you bloody whoreson!
[The next several minutes is a mix of swearing, and a noibat playfully avoiding his trainer, because clearly this is a fun game of keep away, and his most colorfully worded trainer needs to lighten up! What better of a way than a fun game?! To those viewing it, however, it's probably a great deal of motion sickness fuel with how the camera is shaking and wobbling around during this infuriating game.
Eventually, after an exclamation of AURRRGHHHH!!!, the feed dies. Sidurgu clearly reclaiming the 'gear. Finally, he seems to be getting it working, it's not even upside down, and it's pointed at his face and everything. His noibat is currently in a headlock, as he uses his other hand to hold the 'gear in place.
The way he speaks, it's clear he had no idea those other videos broadcasted at all. Or that any of that recorded. He takes a serious, and direct tone as he addresses his would be audience:]
I know little and less of this world, or how I am come here, but if this strange device is doing as that woman explained, then there should be others who can see and hear me. I have a simple inquiry for those present—
[He pauses as the noibat complains oh so pitifully. He doesn't like being in trouble!! And this headlock sucks! However, Sidurgu seems completely unmoved, and without so much as breaking eye contact with the feed, he pointedly tightens his hold to a uncomfortable degree on his little pal. Encouragement to shut the hells up, most likely.]
...Right then, I am in search of a small Elezen maiden, roughly a yalm and a half high. Short hair, green in color. I have reason to believe that if I have been brought here, then so too has my ward. Any and all information will be of assistance.
[And with that, he cuts the feed. Short, to the point, and dignified. Or so he thinks.]
—Swiving piece of shite—
[It cuts off. Then, there's another, this time, upside down, and the viewer gets to see the front of Sidurgu's armor.]
Godsdammit! Is it work—
[And then he cuts the feed again. Clearly hitting the wrong button. They say third time's the charm, but is it really? Not for Sidurgu, in any case. At least this time the viewer gets to see his face, and his oddly colored eyes—black sclera, and minty green eyes (though his hair covers one of them), with a lighter limbal ring around the outside, where ordinarily it's darker. He looks less than pleased, and just as he goes to speak, the Pokègear gets snatched from him in a pink flash. His own Pokèmon seemingly betraying him.]
Come back here you bloody whoreson!
[The next several minutes is a mix of swearing, and a noibat playfully avoiding his trainer, because clearly this is a fun game of keep away, and his most colorfully worded trainer needs to lighten up! What better of a way than a fun game?! To those viewing it, however, it's probably a great deal of motion sickness fuel with how the camera is shaking and wobbling around during this infuriating game.
Eventually, after an exclamation of AURRRGHHHH!!!, the feed dies. Sidurgu clearly reclaiming the 'gear. Finally, he seems to be getting it working, it's not even upside down, and it's pointed at his face and everything. His noibat is currently in a headlock, as he uses his other hand to hold the 'gear in place.
The way he speaks, it's clear he had no idea those other videos broadcasted at all. Or that any of that recorded. He takes a serious, and direct tone as he addresses his would be audience:]
I know little and less of this world, or how I am come here, but if this strange device is doing as that woman explained, then there should be others who can see and hear me. I have a simple inquiry for those present—
[He pauses as the noibat complains oh so pitifully. He doesn't like being in trouble!! And this headlock sucks! However, Sidurgu seems completely unmoved, and without so much as breaking eye contact with the feed, he pointedly tightens his hold to a uncomfortable degree on his little pal. Encouragement to shut the hells up, most likely.]
...Right then, I am in search of a small Elezen maiden, roughly a yalm and a half high. Short hair, green in color. I have reason to believe that if I have been brought here, then so too has my ward. Any and all information will be of assistance.
[And with that, he cuts the feed. Short, to the point, and dignified. Or so he thinks.]
[Video]
[Her expression turns apologetic now as her grin fades.]
If it's any sort of consolation, time stops back home. Freezes, so to speak. The last thing you remember is where you'll pick back up when you return.