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floriography) wrote2011-07-14 10:01 pm
floriography) wrote2011-07-14 10:01 pm
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❀①. ◤video◢
[ as Viktor manages to turn on his video feed he opens his mouth, averts his eyes toward the ground, glances left, and fidgets with the bottom of his shirt before speaking. ]
Ah...um. It happened a-again. I'm somewhere weird again- c-can someone tell me where I am?- I uh.
[ Viktor tries to take a calming breath, and he closes his eyes, before letting his mind do all the work for him. it was so much easier to not fight the repercussions of his powers. ]
I-I'm nervous and- a little scared- and I-I can't calm down- I had one of these in Tano- but- [ a gulp of breath, it's hard to breathe when he babbles. he raises his free hand up to the crown on his head, nestled in his dark hair. plants. talking about them could always calm him down - ]
This crown is um- made of rowan...they're s-said to be magic and- to protect against bad creatures... I-In mythology it's said to...to protect someone from getting lost on a journey.
But...I-I don't think that means it can help me get home...does it... [ he looks pretty dejected, before shutting off the feed. ]
Ah...um. It happened a-again. I'm somewhere weird again- c-can someone tell me where I am?- I uh.
[ Viktor tries to take a calming breath, and he closes his eyes, before letting his mind do all the work for him. it was so much easier to not fight the repercussions of his powers. ]
I-I'm nervous and- a little scared- and I-I can't calm down- I had one of these in Tano- but- [ a gulp of breath, it's hard to breathe when he babbles. he raises his free hand up to the crown on his head, nestled in his dark hair. plants. talking about them could always calm him down - ]
This crown is um- made of rowan...they're s-said to be magic and- to protect against bad creatures... I-In mythology it's said to...to protect someone from getting lost on a journey.
But...I-I don't think that means it can help me get home...does it... [ he looks pretty dejected, before shutting off the feed. ]
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A lot of which? Flowers, or humans?
[Though he keeps smiling, there's a sad tinge to his words for just a moment.]
Human lives can be very short... though even if they live a hundred years, that isn't long for us.
[He blinks a bit at the last part...]
Oh. Do you want protection? I can kill something if it tries to fight you, if you like.
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I-I see... [ he can hear that sad note. he's not sure what to say- ] I wonder if you knew a lot of humans- [ he covers his mouth, looking alarmed at his question. ] Y-you d-don't have to answer that I'm sorry.
O-Oh! I... that would bee nice but...ah...
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I did. [...] I do. Sometimes I go among them as a human, and they don't know me. That is usually best.
[Well, now Rubi is smiling widely.]
All right. I'm sure I can find you--you're in an open area, right?
[Abruptly he switches to audio instead of video and there's an odd metallic crackle and rushing noise, and a rush of air.
This would be Rubi taking flight and preparing to scout out this new person.]
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I-I see... [ he's glad he didn't offend him. ] You don't um- have to do that around me... o-oh. Unless you're comfortable that way-.
I am... [ Viktor goes quiet as he sees the video feed turn off, and gently sits down by the edge of a large fountain, resting his device on his lap. what was that noise? was he maybe flying? it sounded to strange... but cool at the same time. ]
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[That doesn't sound creepy at all, Rubi.]
Around you... but you already know what I am. Many people in this village are different, so I don't conceal my nature.
[There's a lot of wind static. In a few moments, Viktor might hear the -whoosh- of his wings, now without the metallic sounds. Both his body and wings can move organically, despite what they are made of.
Then Rubi descends closer, both enormous metal wings outspread. They're pretty but eerie, more gothic than classical. He is dressed all in flowing black leather, and his hair and eyes are so bright they nearly glow--an odd contrast to all the darker colors.
The artificial angel lands quite soundlessly on the opposite side of the fountain. He crouches down a bit and stares across at Viktor, smiling all of a sudden.]
...Found you.
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O-Oh. Right...! That makes sense...
[ quietly Viktor sits by himself, until, with a small jump, he hears Rubi nearby. clutching his communicator to his chest he glances over at Rubi's, eyes wide.
huge metal wings... he looks so...cool. ]
W-Wow...
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He tilts his head and asks, after a moment.]
Are you afraid?
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I-I didn't mean to be rude. [ he'll quickly get to his feet, flustered. ]
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[Rubi is a little surprised, but it's more of a pleasant feeling. He's never sure what to do when humans show him terror.]
I've never met anyone like you before, either... oh, yes.
[And now he gives an elegant half bow.]
I don't think I told you--my name is Rubi. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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I-I'm uh- V-Viktor! It's nice to meet you too...
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Viktor... [Sort of quietly repeating it.] I like your name.
[Then he holds out his hand as if to grasp the human's--a handshake, maybe? Maybe. But he pauses mid-gesture as if he's unsure of taking Viktor's hand.
Well. He did get kicked for this last time...]
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as he glances up he notices Rubi's hand and straightens up, nervously extending his own hand, before hesitating as well, curling his fingers to his palm. ]
A-Ah- um... [ he'll glance at the ground, flustered and nervous as he extends his hand again. ]
D-Do you want to shake hands? It...it's okay.
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He tilts his head at the actual words, as if he's a bit confused. He is because well...
Rubi isn't sure how to shake hands. If he likes them, he usually greets them in a way he learned a few hundred years ago (though the last human he protected, Masumi, hadn't seemed to like it at all.) Perhaps Viktor won't mind though.]
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Though, if Viktor does, he supposes the human can kick him as well.
The angel's skin is oddly cool to the touch and the texture is a bit harder, but it still feels basically like a human hand, or at least a humanoid one.]
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W-Wha-ah- y-you- h-huh? [ Viktor's face is as red as it can go, his head is reeling and he's- he's so confused right now. he stammers out more unintelligible noises mixed in with 'what's and other frazzled exclamations. ]
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Ah, there is something wrong with it. Is it because humans don't greet each other that way anymore?
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Can you show me your kind of handshake?
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[ poor Viktor is frazzled beyond belief. but he'll look down at his hand, before shakily extending his hand again, taking Rubi's in his own. it felt so much different than another humans hand, but it wasn't bad...
gently, he'll move their hands up and down. ]
H-Hand...shake. [ he says it slowly, the word being explained as literally as possible here. ]
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[Yet he still seems puzzled. He lets Viktor take his hand and bring it up and down. His head even follows the motion in a sort of slow nod.]
I'll remember for next time, Viktor.
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[ Viktor's voice steadily fades to the most quiet, pathetic decibel it can. ]
O...okay. [ he'll let his hand go now, hands returning to his lap to fiddle with his shirt and device. ]
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He still isn't quite grasping it, but the mumbled words themselves still make him curious.]
What do you do with them? Boys that are friends...human boys.
[Though really his only angel friend is a girl.]
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Have...any human friends.
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[Rubi sounds rather surprised and for a long moment he just stares at Viktor. This boy is friendly and interesting, so that's a bit startling to the angel. Humans always seem to be surrounded by people and form many connections with them, even much quieter and less friendly ones.]
I'm not a human, but, would you like to be friends?
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