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bravenewworld2015-08-09 10:32 am
untalented) wrote in bravenewworld2015-08-09 10:32 am
Book 002 [Video/Action]
[Video]
Union. We need to talk.
[The residents of Union who are currently tuning in to the Warp Band Network are treated to the sight of one (1) Waver Velvet, traveller from Sanctuary whom some know as a self-taught Magus. Alternately, some may know him as Waver Mackenzie, a psychic type Earthkin-- because, clearly, the young man cannot keep his story straight. His normally pristine hair is in a disarray, his clothes are unusually wrinkled and torn, but there is a familiar look of resigned irritation in his eyes that his scattered acquaintances would plainly recognize.
The room around him is also in shambles. Chairs have been broken up and thrown around, the coffee table (with plant on top of it) has been entirely overturned, lamps are shattered to pieces, and the curtain is tattered in such a way that it vaguely looks like someone (or something) decided to take a rather large bite out of them.
Waver let out a startled yelped when the feed rocked-- as if he were sitting on top of something...]
...Well. It might be better if I show you.
[With the video feed panning down, Waver revealed a rather innocuous looking trunk. It was clearly an antique, with ancient wood panels darkened with the patina of age and many haphazard attempts at polishing. There were scratches along it's lid and sides, as if it had seen many a battlefield and somehow returned alive and unscathed....
And anyone with the senses to reveal it would notice a particularly malevolent aura that surrounded the otherwise innocent looking trunk.
Innocent.....except for the glimpse of sharpened mahogany teeth that could be seen under the lid as it shifted restlessly underneath the weight of every single living being in the house.]
This is a legendary beast from the libraries of Sanctuary, [Waver explained, in a weary voice that was edged with annoyance.] No one knows how old it is-- just that it's particularly fond of salted crisps, the occasional spearow, and the safety of the few of us that it followed in to Union.
[The 'few' meaning 'one,' but Waver wasn't about to out his good friend from the libraries.]
We call it the Luggage, and in Sanctuary everyone was just content to let it be. But, in Union? I don't think that's possible.
[A sigh. The video feed returned to the tired looking young man.]
It's also a ghost-type...and an electric-type, which I never understood. Legendary beasts are just that, though. Legends. Why try to understand a force of nature?
But it's also becoming harder to handle here, and we don't want it taking over the local library. That's why I'm opening the floor to suggestions, because maybe the scientists and engineers here can figure out something that the Magi couldn't.
[He shrugged, an gesture that seemed to indicate that he didn't expect anyone to answer. Just before he closed out the feed, he could be heard muttering something about needing to clean this entire blasted mess up before someone returns to the house...]
[Action-- including Saber, Rincewind, and anyone else who makes it a point to harrass them.]
[Anyone wandering near Waver's place of residence would be treated to the sight of various parties, both human and pokemon, running around and screaming at eachother-- as there seemed to be a fight happening between an aggressive Gabite, a grumpy Skitty, and, strangely, an ancient trunk that seemed to move of it's own accord.
Disturb at your own risk. No one can guarantee your safety.
Union. We need to talk.
[The residents of Union who are currently tuning in to the Warp Band Network are treated to the sight of one (1) Waver Velvet, traveller from Sanctuary whom some know as a self-taught Magus. Alternately, some may know him as Waver Mackenzie, a psychic type Earthkin-- because, clearly, the young man cannot keep his story straight. His normally pristine hair is in a disarray, his clothes are unusually wrinkled and torn, but there is a familiar look of resigned irritation in his eyes that his scattered acquaintances would plainly recognize.
The room around him is also in shambles. Chairs have been broken up and thrown around, the coffee table (with plant on top of it) has been entirely overturned, lamps are shattered to pieces, and the curtain is tattered in such a way that it vaguely looks like someone (or something) decided to take a rather large bite out of them.
Waver let out a startled yelped when the feed rocked-- as if he were sitting on top of something...]
...Well. It might be better if I show you.
[With the video feed panning down, Waver revealed a rather innocuous looking trunk. It was clearly an antique, with ancient wood panels darkened with the patina of age and many haphazard attempts at polishing. There were scratches along it's lid and sides, as if it had seen many a battlefield and somehow returned alive and unscathed....
And anyone with the senses to reveal it would notice a particularly malevolent aura that surrounded the otherwise innocent looking trunk.
Innocent.....except for the glimpse of sharpened mahogany teeth that could be seen under the lid as it shifted restlessly underneath the weight of every single living being in the house.]
This is a legendary beast from the libraries of Sanctuary, [Waver explained, in a weary voice that was edged with annoyance.] No one knows how old it is-- just that it's particularly fond of salted crisps, the occasional spearow, and the safety of the few of us that it followed in to Union.
[The 'few' meaning 'one,' but Waver wasn't about to out his good friend from the libraries.]
We call it the Luggage, and in Sanctuary everyone was just content to let it be. But, in Union? I don't think that's possible.
[A sigh. The video feed returned to the tired looking young man.]
It's also a ghost-type...and an electric-type, which I never understood. Legendary beasts are just that, though. Legends. Why try to understand a force of nature?
But it's also becoming harder to handle here, and we don't want it taking over the local library. That's why I'm opening the floor to suggestions, because maybe the scientists and engineers here can figure out something that the Magi couldn't.
[He shrugged, an gesture that seemed to indicate that he didn't expect anyone to answer. Just before he closed out the feed, he could be heard muttering something about needing to clean this entire blasted mess up before someone returns to the house...]
[Action-- including Saber, Rincewind, and anyone else who makes it a point to harrass them.]
[Anyone wandering near Waver's place of residence would be treated to the sight of various parties, both human and pokemon, running around and screaming at eachother-- as there seemed to be a fight happening between an aggressive Gabite, a grumpy Skitty, and, strangely, an ancient trunk that seemed to move of it's own accord.
Disturb at your own risk. No one can guarantee your safety.
no subject
But, as an Analyst and a Magus, he was still learning Union's form of politeness, and to not assess everyone he met on first sight.]
...you're telling me that it has a reputation among the pokemon now?
no subject
[He straightens up, shoulders back, and when he speaks - there's a slight change in his voice, he already speaks fairly well, but he's talking more clearly now, with his voice pitched to project better]
The Box that Eats slithers in the alleyways and shadows as if in an eternal search for something to fill the empty void that lurks behind it's golden teeth - run, creep and fly away little hatchlings for it cares not who stands before it. Hide thick as steel, or intangible as the wind - if it catches you between it's maw, there is no escaping and down you go into it's gullet. The Box That Eats especially enjoys the feathery ones, so beware little hatchlings.
[He shrugs]
Least that's how it goes.
no subject
[Waver glanced off screen, presumably at a pokemon who was with him in the mess. There was a look of dismay glittering in his eyes.]
This story, is it true?
[The little Foon chirped in reply was plainly audible over the video feed; Waver just buried his face in his hands.]
Oh gods, it's worse than I thought.