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futurology2016-07-30 10:52 pm
grunehexe) wrote in futurology2016-07-30 10:52 pm
un: sieglindesullivan / video
[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
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[But he tries not to speak for long--he's heard the crowd through the jewel and he's ultimately very sore that he's missing out on this. The bluff into which most of the team have taken shelter is within sight... if it weren't so desperately miserable out here he could fly within five minutes, but he's keeping low to the ground and trudging, wings tucked and ears flat to his skull and neck.]
Is Achilles making any great speech?!
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[He seems to be Down either way, sometimes... sober Ban was... a special thing.]
- Actually, no. I do believe he is concentrating, which means this opponent must be quite strong. Have you spoken with him- he is new, yes?
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[Still, Laedo remembers spending time with Achilles in the flesh, back when the idea of slipping into a pool of water sounded relaxing, not repugnant as his efforts in the swamp had soured him. That the newcomer should challenge the son of Pelleus thusly is intriguing!]
What is this one's name again?
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[But a sudden swell in audience noise has SieglInde distracted]
Oh, oh- we may soon have a winner... !
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Well don't just hold out on me, girl, speak up!
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[Oh, wait-]
Or, wait, perhaps not, this "McCree" has regained-
[NO, WAIT-]
No, Achilles has succeeded!
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Thank you for the updates, Sieglinde. I am in sight of the cavern system, and the last of the team who can not handle the storm have been brought back. I'll be there shortly.
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Can I leave it in your hands to stall them until I arrive?
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