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006. [Video]
Mar. 5th, 2013 02:40 am[VIDEO]
[And a good evening to you all as well, Johto; Reaver's personal feed is going active fairly late tonight - not anywhere near hideous o'clock in the morning, of course, but still far later than it usually does. He seems to be sitting at one of the tables that are ever-present in the average hotel room, the corner lit up by the screen from the 'Gear but otherwise the room seems to be unlit; judging by how low his voice is when he speaks, and how he's leaning forward a bit over some sort of book - a diary, perhaps, as it seems to have a lot of rather pretty (but at this distance generally unreadable) handwriting splashed across the pages - he seems to be trying to keep someone else in the room from waking up.
The darkness is sharply pronounced beneath his eyes tonight; it's difficult to tell if it's because he's particularly tired, or simply the result of the lighting being so bad. Either way, that usual smirk is still present across his features; smarmy as ever, really.]
You know, the entries on this...PokéDex thing are highly, highly morbid, even when one isn't reading them in the middle of the night; some of them seem to be shameless hyperbole, of course - as a fair amount of writing is, in my experience - but then there are some entries regarding things such as...oddly specific injuries such as blowing the damned creatures up, that make me wonder exactly who would think to research these things to begin with. I mean, if you must make a living through working with these creatures I suppose the least you can do is make it interesting, but still, one does have to wonder...
[...trailing...off...
...ah, right, there was a point in here somewhere wasn't there]
I suppose that does beg the question of how true everything that's been written down regarding these creatures is. There are legends in this world that speak of all sorts of things - creation myths, explanations regarding why things are as they are, all that other lovely what-have-you. Is this a case of there being literal gods in the shape of these creatures, or is it more that the creatures are used as an explanation, if you will - a way to justify to oneself how things came to pass? I wouldn't be surprised either way, really; I just wonder if it's anything that anyone knows one way or the other.
[He pauses for a moment; looks up across the room for a second as though checking something. Or perhaps someone.]
...Ah, and while I'm here - Colonel Archer, while I do appreciate this most gracious gift from you and your companion, dare I ask why you appear to have sent me a ginger?
[...yeah, he's hanging out in Ryuunosuke's room for the night, shush.]
[And a good evening to you all as well, Johto; Reaver's personal feed is going active fairly late tonight - not anywhere near hideous o'clock in the morning, of course, but still far later than it usually does. He seems to be sitting at one of the tables that are ever-present in the average hotel room, the corner lit up by the screen from the 'Gear but otherwise the room seems to be unlit; judging by how low his voice is when he speaks, and how he's leaning forward a bit over some sort of book - a diary, perhaps, as it seems to have a lot of rather pretty (but at this distance generally unreadable) handwriting splashed across the pages - he seems to be trying to keep someone else in the room from waking up.
The darkness is sharply pronounced beneath his eyes tonight; it's difficult to tell if it's because he's particularly tired, or simply the result of the lighting being so bad. Either way, that usual smirk is still present across his features; smarmy as ever, really.]
You know, the entries on this...PokéDex thing are highly, highly morbid, even when one isn't reading them in the middle of the night; some of them seem to be shameless hyperbole, of course - as a fair amount of writing is, in my experience - but then there are some entries regarding things such as...oddly specific injuries such as blowing the damned creatures up, that make me wonder exactly who would think to research these things to begin with. I mean, if you must make a living through working with these creatures I suppose the least you can do is make it interesting, but still, one does have to wonder...
[...trailing...off...
...ah, right, there was a point in here somewhere wasn't there]
I suppose that does beg the question of how true everything that's been written down regarding these creatures is. There are legends in this world that speak of all sorts of things - creation myths, explanations regarding why things are as they are, all that other lovely what-have-you. Is this a case of there being literal gods in the shape of these creatures, or is it more that the creatures are used as an explanation, if you will - a way to justify to oneself how things came to pass? I wouldn't be surprised either way, really; I just wonder if it's anything that anyone knows one way or the other.
[He pauses for a moment; looks up across the room for a second as though checking something. Or perhaps someone.]
...Ah, and while I'm here - Colonel Archer, while I do appreciate this most gracious gift from you and your companion, dare I ask why you appear to have sent me a ginger?
[...yeah, he's hanging out in Ryuunosuke's room for the night, shush.]
