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001 { video } un: PRONGS
[ thankfully enough, james somehow managed not to hit send on the impressively awful posts he had started to type up/has been typing up for the better portion of about three hours. something to also note: this typing and not sending has all been happening while nursing a couple of bottles of alcohol, all of which can kind of be seen floating a bit awkwardly in the background when the video finally comes to life.
in the foreground, though, is james, looking tired and a bit of a mess. his words are slurred when he speaks, his movements carrying that fluid weight that is telling (if the slurring already wasn’t) to just how much alcohol he’s been consuming. and while he’s not holding a bottle in the video, he does seem to look right off the screen for a longer moment than necessary, as if he’s trying to decide if it’s worth reaching, but decides against it. ]
We’re-all foockin’ cursed, ‘ren’t we? [ his words trip over themselves, stumbling and rolling to a stop. the worst part is that james seems to notice and pause. then he blinks, and then another, before he seems to focus back on the camera. ] Like- you ever think maybe we shouldn’ta been woken up in the first place? Mayb’ none of us shoulda been. ‘Cause have you noticed how many are gettin’ sent back? ‘hoo just are here an' then aren’t? I’ve had- [ his face drops for a second, out of the drunken anger/annoyance/general upset demeanor to something darker, something pained.
but then he takes a breath, and the look fades. ]
Doesn’ matter. But ‘as anyone noticed? That somethin’s off? There’s gotta be something, right? A show, clue, whatev’r? There ‘as the sic’ness an' all, an' the pilotin’ instead of the transport, but-
[ he stops, his eyes going a bit wide for half a moment as he looks off the screen. was that a burp? or...yeah, let’s not go there. he takes the second, but then reaches down next to where he’s sitting and pulls up his wand, reaching to grab one of the hovering bottles and tapping it with the end of his wand. in a matter of seconds, the bottle refills with a dark brown liquid.
james hiccups, then takes a swig from the bottle. ]
Oh, also- [ he sways a second where he sits, before turning back to the camera. ] 'nyone want whiskey? Rations are short an' all that but I’ve got. [ he grins, waving his wand and bottle to the camera. sorry olympia. should he have mentioned that before? ] Jus lemme know.
[ and then the feed cuts. ]
in the foreground, though, is james, looking tired and a bit of a mess. his words are slurred when he speaks, his movements carrying that fluid weight that is telling (if the slurring already wasn’t) to just how much alcohol he’s been consuming. and while he’s not holding a bottle in the video, he does seem to look right off the screen for a longer moment than necessary, as if he’s trying to decide if it’s worth reaching, but decides against it. ]
We’re-all foockin’ cursed, ‘ren’t we? [ his words trip over themselves, stumbling and rolling to a stop. the worst part is that james seems to notice and pause. then he blinks, and then another, before he seems to focus back on the camera. ] Like- you ever think maybe we shouldn’ta been woken up in the first place? Mayb’ none of us shoulda been. ‘Cause have you noticed how many are gettin’ sent back? ‘hoo just are here an' then aren’t? I’ve had- [ his face drops for a second, out of the drunken anger/annoyance/general upset demeanor to something darker, something pained.
but then he takes a breath, and the look fades. ]
Doesn’ matter. But ‘as anyone noticed? That somethin’s off? There’s gotta be something, right? A show, clue, whatev’r? There ‘as the sic’ness an' all, an' the pilotin’ instead of the transport, but-
[ he stops, his eyes going a bit wide for half a moment as he looks off the screen. was that a burp? or...yeah, let’s not go there. he takes the second, but then reaches down next to where he’s sitting and pulls up his wand, reaching to grab one of the hovering bottles and tapping it with the end of his wand. in a matter of seconds, the bottle refills with a dark brown liquid.
james hiccups, then takes a swig from the bottle. ]
Oh, also- [ he sways a second where he sits, before turning back to the camera. ] 'nyone want whiskey? Rations are short an' all that but I’ve got. [ he grins, waving his wand and bottle to the camera. sorry olympia. should he have mentioned that before? ] Jus lemme know.
[ and then the feed cuts. ]
video; un: sexXxyninja18
[A lifetime of working with the supernatural taught Shura that while humans might be charitable, demons and their ilk always had a catch to their generosity. But that seemed as obvious as anything else to her, and she's more focused on something else in the video.]
That's a pretty neat magic trick ya got there. Is whiskey all you can do with that thing?
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video;
[ no one does anything without expecting something in return. and if the amount of things these orbitors have done is anything to go by...
he shouldn't be surprised they're all corrupted. it's just surprising to him that any of them are awake at all. ]
This? [ waving his wand to the camera bit. ] Nah- magic's got few limits.
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[Was it rude to question the orbiters on their own channel? Probably. But Shura didn't see the point is being covert when it was so much easier being straightforward.]
Still, that's pretty good. I knew people who could create stuff like holy water, but not make something this useful.
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Holl'water? Why'd you want that? Whatssit do?
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[The kind of thing that wasn't much use here, it seemed.]
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[ there is an honest amazement in his voice. ]
An' does it actually work?
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[If she's coy about it, maybe he'll drop it. She doesn't have her usual intelligence officer with her to explain complicated stuff on her behalf. ]
It's pretty handy to have--doesn't fix everythin', but it does a pretty good job putting out fires.
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[ she can be as coy as she wants, but his eyes are wide and he is impressed. ]
That's bloody brilliant!
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[The usual, of course. Of course, it had been a long time since she had been doing menial jobs, but he doesn't need to know that.]
Anything bigger's just a pain to mess with, but it's better than just letting it happen.
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[ honestly there's a good chance he's just completely...not understanding her. like at all. uh. sorry? ]
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Yeah, makes for a pain if you're tryin' to do anythin' in the kitchen. Smells real bad. Just gotta pour some holy water down the drain, that usually fixes it.