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[Video | Action for Violet City]
Aug. 12th, 2012 06:29 pm[ Why, hello there, Johto. The feed snaps on and you'd be in for a treat! The first thing you see a slow sweep of a mini feast of foods, almost as though the one holding the camera is just... in awe before it pans up to show one Saber clad in red sitting at one end of the square table by her lonesome. Chin propped up against her hand with the other idly holding a fork stirring her own plate of eggs and sausage, her gaze off to the side, almost distant.
The person - or rather, Pokemon - holding the camera gives off a faint, draconic rumble to get her attention, and it only serves to have Saber merely glance at the camera once before she sighs. Behind Saber is Archer who is just pulling off an apron with a brief sigh of his own and walking out of view of the screen, most likely doing something of his own design. Saber straightens, letting go of her cutlery to cross her arms and direct her attention to the feed itself. ]
They say, in this realm, death is not applicable. [ She gives a brief snort. ] Yet I have seen the elderly, the sick, and some wounded. Is it only the passing of time are these people granted such reprieve? Moreover, it makes me wonder how such a thing is possible- [ At this, her lips stretch to a sardonic smirk. ] -has the secret of immortality of some sort been discovered here? Hah!
[ Then her eyes suddenly go a bit downcast. ] Or is it to compensate for the fact that the disappearances of those dear to us leave a slow, burning ache? Hmm... Ah, viva enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita!
[ Was that a brief drop of old, yet fluently spoken, latin there? Why, yes! The disappearance of her Master makes Saber think briefly on her previous life: of her homeland, of its many philosophers, of Seneca, and... oh. She takes a breath once more before addressing her audience. ]
So what are your thoughts on this? Is it an opportunity for yourselves to have such an extended life? Do you think there is a catch? Is it better for those we care for to be home or to be by our sides? My curiosity must be sated.
[ Pause, then as she glances off to one side of table. Ah, her mind is just in turmoil, lately! Aha! ]
Ah, yes. To those who have purchased my wares: have you received them? Your thoughts? I and my... [ Another brief glance to where Archer disappeared to, but with a faint cringe in her lips when she continues saying this: ] ... partner of a sort will be making our way to Goldenrod City, where I will set up proper shop. Therefore, I will receive any further requests for practice weapons, but they will be delayed for a few days time until we arrive.
[ Then she makes a dismissive gesture with her hand before the feed snaps off. ]
[ ooc: Archer-mun is still on hiatus! This was briefly asked for permission. Also, Saber's words translate to: "The life of the dead is retained in the memory of the living." --Cicero ]
The person - or rather, Pokemon - holding the camera gives off a faint, draconic rumble to get her attention, and it only serves to have Saber merely glance at the camera once before she sighs. Behind Saber is Archer who is just pulling off an apron with a brief sigh of his own and walking out of view of the screen, most likely doing something of his own design. Saber straightens, letting go of her cutlery to cross her arms and direct her attention to the feed itself. ]
They say, in this realm, death is not applicable. [ She gives a brief snort. ] Yet I have seen the elderly, the sick, and some wounded. Is it only the passing of time are these people granted such reprieve? Moreover, it makes me wonder how such a thing is possible- [ At this, her lips stretch to a sardonic smirk. ] -has the secret of immortality of some sort been discovered here? Hah!
[ Then her eyes suddenly go a bit downcast. ] Or is it to compensate for the fact that the disappearances of those dear to us leave a slow, burning ache? Hmm... Ah, viva enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita!
[ Was that a brief drop of old, yet fluently spoken, latin there? Why, yes! The disappearance of her Master makes Saber think briefly on her previous life: of her homeland, of its many philosophers, of Seneca, and... oh. She takes a breath once more before addressing her audience. ]
So what are your thoughts on this? Is it an opportunity for yourselves to have such an extended life? Do you think there is a catch? Is it better for those we care for to be home or to be by our sides? My curiosity must be sated.
[ Pause, then as she glances off to one side of table. Ah, her mind is just in turmoil, lately! Aha! ]
Ah, yes. To those who have purchased my wares: have you received them? Your thoughts? I and my... [ Another brief glance to where Archer disappeared to, but with a faint cringe in her lips when she continues saying this: ] ... partner of a sort will be making our way to Goldenrod City, where I will set up proper shop. Therefore, I will receive any further requests for practice weapons, but they will be delayed for a few days time until we arrive.
[ Then she makes a dismissive gesture with her hand before the feed snaps off. ]
[ ooc: Archer-mun is still on hiatus! This was briefly asked for permission. Also, Saber's words translate to: "The life of the dead is retained in the memory of the living." --Cicero ]
