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- eureka seven: anemone,
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- ffxiv: x'rhun tia,
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- ffxv: prompto argentum,
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[ VIDEO ] un: chocobro
[ It's mid-morning when this video goes live, the camera auto-focusing on Prompto's face as he kneels "steathily" in what appears to be a hallway, his back pressed up against the wall even as he grins stupidly at the screen. Prompto isn't one to easily be found in a bad mood, but he appears to be exceptionally giddy today. The reason why? Well...
In a hushed, excited whisper: ]
Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -
[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]
See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!
[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]
Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -
[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]
Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -
[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]
Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...
[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]
In a hushed, excited whisper: ]
Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -
[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]
See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!
[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]
Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -
[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]
Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -
[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]
Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...
[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]

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You sound nothing like a ghost.
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[ But since he mentioned it... ]
What d'you think a ghost sounds like?
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[ Back up a second here!! ]
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She also rather insists we use coasters.
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Are you sure your "ghost" isn't like...someone's mom, or something?
[ Because those sound like pretty mom things to do. Especially the coasters bit. ]
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[ Or did he give her one?? ]
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Counterpoint: that could be a very good way to annoy her.
But asking might not be a bad idea.
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They you should! And lemme know what she says! Wonder if she's got a super spooky name. Like...Ghostella Terrorman, or something.
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Well with a name like that, who could be surprised she ended up haunting the place.
[There's a much simpler way to figure this out, maybe.]
Perhaps the landlady would remember.
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You should ask her! I'd love to hear the answer. Maybe your ghost will be more accommodating if you have a proper name to call her by.
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We've found she's most accommodating when we don't leave dishes in the sink.
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Or hair in the shower drain, I bet.
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[ He needs one. Desperately. ]
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Perhaps ask a priest?
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You mean like one of those shamans? Hard pass! Those guys give me the willies!
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[He huffs, almost a laugh. It's a bit uncomfortable, though.]
Yes, they're not what I've come to expect from a religious body. It's all very... [Waving a hand, looking for the right word.]
Tevene. Not modern Tevinter, they're still Andrastian--mostly. So far as I've heard.
But anyone from Thedas would think of the Old Gods and cults when one talks of worshipping dragons.
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Yyyyeah, you can definitely say "cult" again. Think I'll steer clear, even if it means I won't get a ghost to clean my house.
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You might have better luck simply hiring someone, have the benefit of them going somewhere else when you ask that of them.