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Rupert Giles [Season 10] ([personal profile] poundcoins) wrote2015-08-17 02:47 pm

oo1 . video, action

[ 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. ]
foolishwren: baka (it's not like I LIKE you or anything)

[Video] no worries! been busy myself!

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-08-30 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sure do. Or, well, that's what she used to be, anyway. She's all grown up now.

[The camera shifts as she gets up from where she's sitting, apparently in a tent of some kind.]

Hang on, I'll let her out and show you. Just gotta get outside to avoid turning our only shelter into a flaming wreck.
foolishwren: *unshe/theys my katana and slices u in half* (yea... i'm a she/they...)

[Video]

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-08-31 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
The latter. But when I got her, she was about as big as yours. Maybe even a little smaller-- oh, okay, here we go.

[She shields her head against the drizzle-- it's not coming down as hard wherever she is as it is by New Bark, but it's still pretty gross outside. Still, there's a clicking sound and a flash of white light and then, before the camera is an impressively-large unicorn with a cream-colored coat and a mane of flames.]

[She whickers disapprovingly, giving her head a shake and splaying her ears out to the sides. TRAINER why on earth did you send her out in this, this is terrible ugh.]


Sorry, girl, I'll put you back in a sec, I promise.