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snowwhiteproject) wrote2012-05-09 12:34 am
snowwhiteproject) wrote2012-05-09 12:34 am
Number 1; voice/action
[A gentle boy's voice comes in suddenly, mid-word.]
--t'll turn on? Yeah, I think that worked... Man, this is pretty cool! Is this heaven or something? It's not quite what I imagined... it's a lot greener, for one thing! And my wings aren't pure white, like I thought people were supposed to get when they died. But I guess I can't really complain too much... I mean, this is better than no afterlife at all, right?
I guess I didn't expect heaven to have weird magic notebook things, either, come to think of it. But then, I've never met someone who could tell me about heaven first-hand! It's not like getting married, after all, most people don't live to tell you about it later. Hahaha...
Gosh, I guess I don't even know if anyone's listening to this. Um, is anyone? ... If you are, hi!
[And then he stops the recording, looking around himself at the forest out here. Gosh, it's so lush... way more lively than the forests he'd been in! And he can see all kinds of birds in the trees, and small animals skittering about...
It was weird, that Heaven would be so much more alive than Earth.
Slowly, he drifts around the forest in his cotton pants, floating with his bony toes sometimes grazing the undergrowth and mulchy soil, absorbing the life around him and... and wondering about his friends, that he felt like he'd just seen a few minutes ago, just before he'd woken up here.
They were probably already arguing, knowing them!]
--t'll turn on? Yeah, I think that worked... Man, this is pretty cool! Is this heaven or something? It's not quite what I imagined... it's a lot greener, for one thing! And my wings aren't pure white, like I thought people were supposed to get when they died. But I guess I can't really complain too much... I mean, this is better than no afterlife at all, right?
I guess I didn't expect heaven to have weird magic notebook things, either, come to think of it. But then, I've never met someone who could tell me about heaven first-hand! It's not like getting married, after all, most people don't live to tell you about it later. Hahaha...
Gosh, I guess I don't even know if anyone's listening to this. Um, is anyone? ... If you are, hi!
[And then he stops the recording, looking around himself at the forest out here. Gosh, it's so lush... way more lively than the forests he'd been in! And he can see all kinds of birds in the trees, and small animals skittering about...
It was weird, that Heaven would be so much more alive than Earth.
Slowly, he drifts around the forest in his cotton pants, floating with his bony toes sometimes grazing the undergrowth and mulchy soil, absorbing the life around him and... and wondering about his friends, that he felt like he'd just seen a few minutes ago, just before he'd woken up here.
They were probably already arguing, knowing them!]
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Emil takes a moment to think about that. Let's see, they were on their way to defeat the Shadowlord when Emil had sacrificed himself to save his friends from a grief-stricken woman who was freaking out with her magic, and woken up here, in this Luceti place, with a pair of wings suddenly attached to his back.
Has the afternoon been treating him well?]
... It's been... an interesting day, I guess? [He laughs a little, uncertainly.]
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I would imagine... after all, one's arrival in a place like this is quite disorienting.
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[Emil laughs, a bit bashfully, and offers the man,] My name is Emil, sir. It's nice to meet you!
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[With a little note quite bow which is more of an upper body incline]
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[For fish and small game]