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ximilia2023-03-31 06:20 pm
singlelogbridge) wrote in ximilia2023-03-31 06:20 pm
Entry tags:
- ace attorney: gina lestrade,
- ace attorney: ryunosuke naruhodo,
- ace attorney: yujin mikotoba,
- adventure time: finn mertens,
- adventure time: jake the dog,
- devil may cry: dante,
- fear street: ziggy berman,
- old kingdom: sabriel,
- red vs blue: felix,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- the untamed: wei wuxian,
- yakuza: zhao tianyou
Video; UN: Wei Wuxian || Text; UN: jtd
[Even before the feed flickers into life, anyone literally anywhere in the sunlight room is probably aware that there is something going on thanks to one very shrill scream immediately followed by several minutes of panicked shouting. When the feed does flicker on, the view is oddly…tall? It's at height with the tops of the trees in the sunlight room which is because Wei Wuxian is making this post from the top of one of those trees.
The reason why becomes immediately obvious when he pans down to the familiar form of Jake barking up at him from the base of the tree. Jake's expression is partially obscured through the foliage, though a close study will find more fear in Jake's face than threat. Whatever he thinks he's looking at, it isn't Wei Wuxian.
Finally, the view shifts to Wei Wuxian who is wide eyed and panicked, his face completely bloodless as he holds onto the tree with one arm and gestures at Jake below with the other.]
Why? [He squeaks out in a desperate whisper, eyes darting back to Jake again before he lets out a soft whimper and returns his attention to the feed.]
Why is there a dog?
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[ Jake's post comes through almost simultaneously, text somehow communicating volume as much as his urgency. ]
I FOUND THE GHOST. I REPEAT, I FOUND THE GHOST. GOT IT UP A TREE IN THE SUNLIGHT ROOM. PLEASE ADVISE ON NEXT STEPS AND/OR EXORCISM.
[ooc: please indicate in the comments which you're responding to!]
The reason why becomes immediately obvious when he pans down to the familiar form of Jake barking up at him from the base of the tree. Jake's expression is partially obscured through the foliage, though a close study will find more fear in Jake's face than threat. Whatever he thinks he's looking at, it isn't Wei Wuxian.
Finally, the view shifts to Wei Wuxian who is wide eyed and panicked, his face completely bloodless as he holds onto the tree with one arm and gestures at Jake below with the other.]
Why? [He squeaks out in a desperate whisper, eyes darting back to Jake again before he lets out a soft whimper and returns his attention to the feed.]
Why is there a dog?
----
[ Jake's post comes through almost simultaneously, text somehow communicating volume as much as his urgency. ]
I FOUND THE GHOST. I REPEAT, I FOUND THE GHOST. GOT IT UP A TREE IN THE SUNLIGHT ROOM. PLEASE ADVISE ON NEXT STEPS AND/OR EXORCISM.
[ooc: please indicate in the comments which you're responding to!]
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Nope. Really, you can put chocolate on popcorn now?
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Grab me a beer. I'll be there in two.
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[They’re probably terrible people holding a popcorn party over this, but like…Dante’s not gonna waste all this popcorn he made, are you kidding?
Anyway, as long as nobody tells Wei Wuxian or Jake, no harm done. In the meantime he’s just going to set out Natasha’s requested beer, which is something with a German name that Dante will not even bother to try to pronounce.]
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[True to her word, Natasha arrives a couple of minutes later wearing a hoodie that's too big for her and a tousled look.
She'd considered getting involved, trying to talk people down, but honestly?
Today, this is more her speed.
She picks the beer up off the counter and pops the cap, lifting it in a salute.]
How's the popcorn coming?
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It's coming. Gonna be honest with you, I've never tried flavoring it with anything harder than cheese powder before, so this'll be a hell of an adventure.
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