cape_kore | Entries tagged with { balthazar blake

[ When the feed begins, it focuses on the face of a young boy, barely that of a teenager. He takes a second to ensure that the phone is recording and, when he's certain it is, he breaks out into a small, pleased grin. ]

Ah! It does indeed function exactly like a Starkphone! Most excellent!

[ Then he tilts his head to the side, considering the phone and everything else along with it. He'd been told he was never to exist again. Total annihilation was required in order to save the lives of billions of people.

And this place? Well, it looks fairly existence-y to him. But he says none of that. Instead, he says this: ]

I've not heard of the lands of Cape Kore. In what realm to they hail? For, you see, I must return to Asgardia with great haste. I assure you, it is a matter of major importance that can not be ignored. So, if you could point me the way home, I would be most grateful.

Although, failing that, the internet would not go amiss. Is there no wi of fi here?

unionjackass

[Dawn of the ~~First Day~~ day 142.

England does not actually know it's day 142, but for the sake of narrative, that's how it's going to be written.

Dawn of day 142 begins with whatever usual goings on there are. It is, in fact, dawn; the first light is shed and England is already treading softly into the kitchens intent on potion making and perhaps cooking himself a bit of breakfast.

Nothing like a good fry up with whatever available ingredients to start the day in Arthur's mind; followed by mixing potions and enchanting things to keep himself busy. The thing is, being a nation without standing on his own landmass and looking after his people, examining loads of paperwork and bandying words with fork-tongued politicians just... doesn't feel right.

All is well for a short time until, by means which will remain unclear, a small explosion occurs and sends a mighty clamour reverberating through the previously quiet air.

England is left slumped against a wall, hair and eyebrows terribly singed, face and clothes blackened with soot.

Should anyone come to investigate, they will surely notice the black and blue butterflies spilling and flocking from the oven, the scorched remains of a circle on the floor, ornamented with Old English and Elder Futhark inscriptions--the remains of which, should anyone be able to read either, are asking for the protection of the dead. Or was that bread? Head? At any rate, nothing malicious, as evidenced by the innocent cloud of butterflies, bottles of 'VICTORY GIN' scattered about, and the poor idiot who's rubbing his head and muttering forlorn things at the pile of solid ash in the discarded saucepan.

Apologies sent to those who don't like the smell of burnt popcorn. They will no doubt notice that right away as well.]

cinereoargenteus

[When the screen turns on, Garrett is nowhere to be seen. The video is facing outward and quite shaky, but some people will still recognize that he's in the infirmary. As he sees the video is finally working, he breathes a sigh of relief and turns the video back towards himself, jarring the video a little bit. Though it's hard to read emotions on a face half-covered, it's clear that he's scared and trying very hard not to show it.

His voice, still young despite his attempt at sounding more mature, has a peculiar accent to it when he speaks. His words come out stilted without the use of contractions.]

Do not like it in here. Smells wrong, like old blood. Feels wrong. Reminds me of back home, when bodies do not get buried right after battles and then you end up with places full of dark magic. Hell, do any of you know what I am speaking of? So many differences here from home. And I found this.

[The video swings back out again until it focuses on a very large footprint indented into the floor. This is what has gotten him so shaken up. There's an inappropriate, hysterical laugh from Garrett, the kind someone makes when they don't know how to handle a situation emotionally any longer.]

What big beast made that? And is it still around?

grimholdkeeper

[Behold, yet another new arrival. This one is more circumspect than some, though, if no less angry at the sudden relocation. His first action, captured by the communicator spontaneously turned on on his pillow, is to rise, make a quick, wary circuit of the room, then frantically pat his coat pockets as if terrified he's lost something.

A moment later, he finds what he was looking for, evidently, because he sighs in relief, then scowls, noting the communicator. He picks it up, turns it over for a few vertigo-inducing seconds, then puts on a pair of reading glasses.]

...Dammit. I should have gotten rid of that wardrobe years ago. Who's out there? I'm hoping this was a mistake; I have a schedule to keep.

[Granted, it's a vague and uncertain schedule, but if he misses the Prime Merlinian because someone wanted to play Stanford Prison Experiment with him, he's going to be upset.]

The Science Center at Cape Kore Network

Entries tagged with { balthazar blake

Video & Action ⊱ Day 142

♠ two | action | day 142

Video | First Bitemark

001| Video

» Profile

» Navigation

» Most Popular Tags