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Aug. 17th, 2015 02:47 pm[ Here you have a boy of about twelve, standing tensely under a tree, hair dripping. He hesitates, then addresses the camera with a little nod of hello, as though he's not quite sure he's done it right.
He used to be middle-aged and respectable, he'll not tolerate an entire crowd of strangers calling him Rupert. So. ]
I'm speaking as, um, a new arrival. My name is Giles.
I understand that there are... others like me. I don't intend to stay. But--
[ He turns-- the camera wobbles, he's never touched video chat before in his life-- to show the Ponyta standing mildly beside him, fire-mane spitting in the rain. ]
This fellow has been, um, keeping me company. The so-called handbook tells me next to nothing-- how many creatures are there? Are they all of an-- elemental nature? Is the rain a danger to him?
[ And, unthinkingly, with a high edge of irritation: ]
Where does the bloody irritating music come from?
[ Anyone in New Bark will find him at the foot of the route, stroking through the flames of his Ponyta's mane with a look of delighted fascination. He's hesitating, in the way of someone deciding how safe it is to ride a horse partly made of fire. ]
He used to be middle-aged and respectable, he'll not tolerate an entire crowd of strangers calling him Rupert. So. ]
I'm speaking as, um, a new arrival. My name is Giles.
I understand that there are... others like me. I don't intend to stay. But--
[ He turns-- the camera wobbles, he's never touched video chat before in his life-- to show the Ponyta standing mildly beside him, fire-mane spitting in the rain. ]
This fellow has been, um, keeping me company. The so-called handbook tells me next to nothing-- how many creatures are there? Are they all of an-- elemental nature? Is the rain a danger to him?
[ And, unthinkingly, with a high edge of irritation: ]
Where does the bloody irritating music come from?
[ Anyone in New Bark will find him at the foot of the route, stroking through the flames of his Ponyta's mane with a look of delighted fascination. He's hesitating, in the way of someone deciding how safe it is to ride a horse partly made of fire. ]
