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futurology2016-03-15 10:38 pm
agrizzlysin) wrote in futurology2016-03-15 10:38 pm
video; un: king
[Although the video is intentional, King clearly doesn't have much experience with a camera, let alone one contained in a pinkie ring. The video tops out at King's nose and is mostly taken up by his uniform. Behind him are the familiar halls that house everyone's rooms. As he floats down the halls like it's the normal thing to do, he addresses his audience.]
The dungeons... were where new arrivals found themselves during the exam. Including me. [A short pause, punctuated by King's frown.] Has anyone else been down there since the exam ended? I've been trying to memorize as much of the layout of Oska as I can; I don't want to be surprised like that again. But there's one room in the dungeons that doesn't make sense. Even beyond everything else.
[He sighs as he turns a corner, approaching the door to his own room. The video adjusts somewhat, revealing perplexed eyes.]
It's full of nothing but mirrors that don't reflect what's in front of them. They reflect just about everything else though. I swear I even saw... [King shakes his head.] If anyone has knowledge regarding this room, I'd like to hear it.
Honestly, an entire room filled with so much of the same thing... What's the point? It's like someone's trying to create a bad atmosphere.
[By now, King's pushing open the door to his temporary living quarters. Only, what greets him isn't the same old decor as everyone else's rooms. It's a room filled to the brim with cushions. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of cushions. Just cushions. Nothing useful, nothing helpful, nothing of any material value. Just cushions... and Ban.
King's already troubled expression turns ice cold. Ban just waves drunkenly.
Before the obvious culprit can open his mouth, the view of the camera shifts, and a sudden arm movement leaves the screen blurry. When the view steadies itself, it's just in time for everyone watching to witness an ornate spear fly straight through Ban's chest. Blood splatters, but King's already returned his attention to the video.]
That's all I wanted to know.
[As King fiddles with the ring in an attempt to end this lovely discourse, one last grumble can be heard. But this time, it's Ban's voice.]
Is that any way to greet a comrade? You're gonna get bloooood~ on the cushions!
I don't care. I'm not the one who's gonna clean this up.
[Click.]
The dungeons... were where new arrivals found themselves during the exam. Including me. [A short pause, punctuated by King's frown.] Has anyone else been down there since the exam ended? I've been trying to memorize as much of the layout of Oska as I can; I don't want to be surprised like that again. But there's one room in the dungeons that doesn't make sense. Even beyond everything else.
[He sighs as he turns a corner, approaching the door to his own room. The video adjusts somewhat, revealing perplexed eyes.]
It's full of nothing but mirrors that don't reflect what's in front of them. They reflect just about everything else though. I swear I even saw... [King shakes his head.] If anyone has knowledge regarding this room, I'd like to hear it.
Honestly, an entire room filled with so much of the same thing... What's the point? It's like someone's trying to create a bad atmosphere.
[By now, King's pushing open the door to his temporary living quarters. Only, what greets him isn't the same old decor as everyone else's rooms. It's a room filled to the brim with cushions. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of cushions. Just cushions. Nothing useful, nothing helpful, nothing of any material value. Just cushions... and Ban.
King's already troubled expression turns ice cold. Ban just waves drunkenly.
Before the obvious culprit can open his mouth, the view of the camera shifts, and a sudden arm movement leaves the screen blurry. When the view steadies itself, it's just in time for everyone watching to witness an ornate spear fly straight through Ban's chest. Blood splatters, but King's already returned his attention to the video.]
That's all I wanted to know.
[As King fiddles with the ring in an attempt to end this lovely discourse, one last grumble can be heard. But this time, it's Ban's voice.]
Is that any way to greet a comrade? You're gonna get bloooood~ on the cushions!
I don't care. I'm not the one who's gonna clean this up.
[Click.]
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[Which might be a shock to King that Ban actually Has Friends.]
Do you two know each other...??
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...Uh, yeah. We're... We worked together.
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[Papyrus knows Ban well enough now to embarrass him from afar. One will discover this is a talent of his.]
Please take care of him without so much blood next time!!
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[Well, if anyone besides Meliodas could befriend Ban, it'd be this guy. King has a feeling Papyrus could befriend anyone. Perhaps even against their will.]
I'll think about it. Maybe after he sleeps it off, he won't be so insufferable.
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[Is Ban drunk, because Papyrus can't tell, having pretty much only known Ban drunk. ]
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[Okay, no. But basically yes.]
I mean the alcohol. He thinks even less about other people when he's drunk. It's a huge pain.
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I'll just have to close off the kitchens.
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But I am very sure that isn't going to stop him.
Regardless! It isn't hurting anyone if he drinks, is it? And he seems less sad when he does, so I think we should just let him!
[ This is probably not the best advice. ]
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[Says the guy who just skewered a person.]
And everyone who has to deal with him! If he's going to be a burden for others, he could at least find someone who wants that burden to bother.
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[You stabbed HIM, King!! ]
You are fortunate to say that to me, because I am willing to do that! Not that he is a burden, but I do know how to take care of him when he's like this, if you don't want to!
[This is some real Friendship right here. Willing to babysit drunk Ban. ]
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[That is beyond friendship, Papyrus! It's saintly! But that begs the question of why it's King's room that's full of cushions and not Papyrus'.]
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Maybe I'll bring the pillows.
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You can join the pillow party too!!
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I'll think about it.
[Especially if he can get away with knocking Ban around with Chastiefol. Technically, its second form is still a pillow.]
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Okay, well think about it! I await your response!!
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I'll have to see if I can get Ban and the pillows over there first.
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[You know, for the hang-over.]
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