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bravenewworld2016-02-12 12:14 am
demenscantrix) wrote in bravenewworld2016-02-12 12:14 am
First Decree: Making a Splash [Video/Action]
Video
[When the Warp Band pops on today, it’s heavily obscured by a thick layer of fog, the camera coated with moisture of some sort. The only sound is humming, and the gentle dripping sounds of water, along with a splash of little feet. Something looms out of the mist, a disc-shaped ridge in the water growing ever larger until at last a Lotad’s beady eyes stare down into the camera. It burbles something as it makes landfall, hauling itself out of a steamy pool. The sound draws motion in the distance and the placid scene is broken by a loud, human sounding sigh and a woman’s voice.]
Agrippa, what have I told you about joining me out here? You’re not allowed to stray too far. It’s not becoming of you to forget a direct request like that, and who knows what dangers lurk nearby.
[Hands reach out through the parting mist, picking up the creature and scooping it back into the water, and a human face enters view. Light hair and eyes peer at the device, a thoroughly amused smirk twisting the woman’s lips.]
Ah. So it does work. I had thought to properly introduce myself after cleaning, but this is as good a time as any, I suppose. My name is Nero Claudius, though some have called me The Red Saber.
[She's definitely in the hot springs. And definitely not clothed, though she's low enough in the water that the mist obscures anything particularly inappropriate. Except her smirk, that's positively criminal. ]
I am new to your fair city, people of Union, and I am most appreciative of the hospitality you've offered even despite your recent hardships. These devices are marvelous, like nothing I've ever seen before. [Because she can only remember a little bit anyway.] I must also commend the quality of your hot springs. They are of a most excellent pedigree. [She props herself up on her arms at the edge of the pool, lazily twirling a finger in the air...completely unselfconscious. It's almost like she doesn't care even a little bit that she's undressed.]
So, I have decided to stay and make a home here. There's little point in meandering around in the wilderness when such a fine place exists, and I have the strength and willingness to lend my aid should more difficulties arise from the east as well as to the rebuilding efforts. I assure you that you'll find my talents as a warrior and an artist more than adequate. Let us work well together, to bring proper beauty back to this world.
[Quite the speech, really. But anyone that remembers that name will definitely remember some pretty awful concerts.]
Action, Union:
[In the early evening, Nero and Agrippa wander back into town, dressed in a weirdly flowing red outfit that belies her short stature. She's barely five feet tall, though her unruly ahoge adds a good six inches if that counts. Confidence oozes from every step, and the sword at her waist probably has seen some action in recent months, but the most eye catching thing about her is probably the sparkles. She practically glows, her outfit and skin seeming to refract the waning light, and her manner more that of a gallant young man than any maiden.
She moves into the city without any real sense of purpose, seeking shelter where she might find it, but the act of navigating seems to confuse her a little bit. The network of unfamiliar streets, coupled with the construction and wreckage make it difficult on a stranger...but she's a little too proud to directly ask for help. Instead of that, she might simply mumble loudly near anyone who seems to have a clue about what's going on:]
Umu...there's all this work being done that way. How troublesome.
[While Agrippa the Lotad just looks up at you, eyes pleading. Help...please...]
[When the Warp Band pops on today, it’s heavily obscured by a thick layer of fog, the camera coated with moisture of some sort. The only sound is humming, and the gentle dripping sounds of water, along with a splash of little feet. Something looms out of the mist, a disc-shaped ridge in the water growing ever larger until at last a Lotad’s beady eyes stare down into the camera. It burbles something as it makes landfall, hauling itself out of a steamy pool. The sound draws motion in the distance and the placid scene is broken by a loud, human sounding sigh and a woman’s voice.]
Agrippa, what have I told you about joining me out here? You’re not allowed to stray too far. It’s not becoming of you to forget a direct request like that, and who knows what dangers lurk nearby.
[Hands reach out through the parting mist, picking up the creature and scooping it back into the water, and a human face enters view. Light hair and eyes peer at the device, a thoroughly amused smirk twisting the woman’s lips.]
Ah. So it does work. I had thought to properly introduce myself after cleaning, but this is as good a time as any, I suppose. My name is Nero Claudius, though some have called me The Red Saber.
[She's definitely in the hot springs. And definitely not clothed, though she's low enough in the water that the mist obscures anything particularly inappropriate. Except her smirk, that's positively criminal. ]
I am new to your fair city, people of Union, and I am most appreciative of the hospitality you've offered even despite your recent hardships. These devices are marvelous, like nothing I've ever seen before. [Because she can only remember a little bit anyway.] I must also commend the quality of your hot springs. They are of a most excellent pedigree. [She props herself up on her arms at the edge of the pool, lazily twirling a finger in the air...completely unselfconscious. It's almost like she doesn't care even a little bit that she's undressed.]
So, I have decided to stay and make a home here. There's little point in meandering around in the wilderness when such a fine place exists, and I have the strength and willingness to lend my aid should more difficulties arise from the east as well as to the rebuilding efforts. I assure you that you'll find my talents as a warrior and an artist more than adequate. Let us work well together, to bring proper beauty back to this world.
[Quite the speech, really. But anyone that remembers that name will definitely remember some pretty awful concerts.]
Action, Union:
[In the early evening, Nero and Agrippa wander back into town, dressed in a weirdly flowing red outfit that belies her short stature. She's barely five feet tall, though her unruly ahoge adds a good six inches if that counts. Confidence oozes from every step, and the sword at her waist probably has seen some action in recent months, but the most eye catching thing about her is probably the sparkles. She practically glows, her outfit and skin seeming to refract the waning light, and her manner more that of a gallant young man than any maiden.
She moves into the city without any real sense of purpose, seeking shelter where she might find it, but the act of navigating seems to confuse her a little bit. The network of unfamiliar streets, coupled with the construction and wreckage make it difficult on a stranger...but she's a little too proud to directly ask for help. Instead of that, she might simply mumble loudly near anyone who seems to have a clue about what's going on:]
Umu...there's all this work being done that way. How troublesome.
[While Agrippa the Lotad just looks up at you, eyes pleading. Help...please...]
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[A snort.]
I didn't think the people of Union would object so strenuously.
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[Bummer. It was too good to be true. He deflates. So much for free porn.]
I-I-I mean, some people just aren't into that kind of thing! It's not like it's a bad thing or anything...
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[Her lips twitch, an evident smirk coloring her features.]
Is yours one such culture? I know when a young man is ogling me, and you do not sound quite the same as one from Union.
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[SHIT CAUGHT]
That's the kind of thing old Peeping Toms pull! People from Citadel aren't like that!
[But he is.]
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[And bust size? Mostly that.]
And of course it's not something a Peeping Tom would do. A Peeping Tom would try and hide their interest. Not so with you! And I am allowing you to see, you understand.
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[Is she really? Maybe she is a stripper or something. Maybe he shouldn't be talking to her. Crap, too late.]
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[There's a hint of...something...in her voice. Pride? Danger? Ego the size of a Wailord?]
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[Nailed it]
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[Nero laughs a little]
You're a terrible liar, but so many men often are when confronted with uncomfortable queries. It's no small wonder I was able to rule Sanctuary for as long as I did, as skilled at perception as I am.
[Tooting her own horn as she dismisses you with a wave? Yes. Yes she is.]
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[Wait did she say it was because of her perception? His mind is somewhere else. Plus he just got dismissed, that hurts Saber. His poor little man ego.]
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[Little man indeed.]
Ruling a city is not something one can do with beauty alone. It takes a true genius to manage popularity, while at the same time fending off magus backstabbing. That would be why I was appointed to the post as garrison commander, after all.
[Which should hopefully get some gear in his head spinning.]
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[He says to himself, maybe loud enough for her to hear but his mouth is just running. As it normally does.]
Guess all those skills of yours went to waste since the people of Sanctuary like it better with you gone...I mean, why else would you be here instead of there?
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[Her eyebrows knit, eyes darkening slightly. She'd heard the comment, and chose to let it slide of course. He had no grasp of what he was saying.]
You have quite a case of foot-in-mouth syndrome, Yosuke Hanamura. As I understand it, my successor Galba's command was perhaps the most unpopular in the history of Sanctuary, and that's hardly anything you or anyone can lay at my feet.
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[His arms fold. What he thought was going to be the show of a lifetime ended up being something very different.]
Ever think there was a Resistance for a reason? I bet you deserved whatever those freaky magus did to you in...
[His voice trails off, because that's when it dawns on him. What had probably happened to her after they'd gotten their hands on her.]
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[Her voice goes deadly cold, eyes flashing a sparkling pink. Gigans, common knowledge said, couldn't be Enlightened.]
Because I attempted to reform the Sanctuary education system, feed the hungry, open up an Academy for the arts, and do away with a corrupt Mageocracy that turned people they didn't like into monsters. Ask a Sanctuary citizen what Nero Claudius did for them, and then ask them who was preferable, her or Galba Septimus.
If you think that attempting to bring equality and end hunger is worthy of being tortured, I don't think that I can fathom the depths of your personal depravity.
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[He says, voice still hard, still heated.]
But...how am I supposed to believe any of that? I don't trust anyone from Gigas as far as I can throw them. You guys ruled over them for decades...and have attacked others too. And now you're trying to tell me that you were actually trying to help them?
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[Her voice stays cold, the curt kind of tone one might address a belligerent Pokémon with.]
Has it even once occurred to you that Gigans are people too, and that some of us have kinder hearts than those few individuals you've met? Or are you implying that everyone has to fit some preconceived notion that you have about the people of their homeland, because that's what it sounds like to me.
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[His eyebrows narrow, trying to keep his anger down but not doing a great job of it. He doesn't understand, why this situation isn't as black and white as he thought it was.]
Sure, not everyone is the same no matter where they come from, but...why stay there, why follow their orders after they've hurt so many people?!
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[She seems genuinely confused by this, hunching over and just staring at the camera.]
I did what I thought was proper, and I did my best to help. I am proud of what I did. Should I not be? You say I should have left my post sooner, left my family, my friends, and my home. So where would I have gone? The wilderness? Where I could starve and be slain by wild beasts.