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futurology2016-08-09 08:04 am
moneyballer) wrote in futurology2016-08-09 08:04 am
VIDEO; 001 | ID: I CAN B UR DADDY
[The video feed turns on to feature a well-groomed man in his mid twenties, who at this point attempts to present his meanest mug to the network. He seems to think that this is actually a good idea, despite everything that went down in the desert. As far as he’s concerned, he has reason to celebrate- Asher, a mere mortal with little to no survival skills, somehow managed to make it through the meteor shower and protect the little alien he’s been assigned to.]
‘Sup bodacious babes. Homie-g’s. Haters.
[He does a little nod to the camera, playing it as “”””cool”””” as he can.]
I was thinkin’, since we’re out saving the universe n’ all… We could use something cool as like an intro, a theme song, y’know?
Something funky fresh. Like a fresh ass beat!
[He clasps his hands together, spitting into them with great enthusiasm but a slight lack of coordination.]
Yo, yo, yo, A-Milly in the hizzzz-house!
Milly as in a million, always stuntin’ like a-
[Asher pauses here, looking a little confused. He blinks once or twice, as if he’s trying to remember something important.]
Vill-i-ain? Um, I’m still working on the intro. Anyway-
[Clearing his throat, he continues on. The interference is probably making this transmission even worse (if that’s possible, can it really get any more embarrassing than this?).]
We up in here, we in the zone
Ready to take care of all yo’ homes,
Don’t matter if it’s outer space, cause we gon put them bad guys in their pl-AAYYYYYCE-
[He ends enthusiastically, but freezes mid-air. It seems as though he’s considering saying something else, but his shoulders drop and he shrugs.]
Uh, yeah. That’s all I got? But I think it has potential. Anyway, um, if anybody wants to like… Help me finish or whatever.
Hit me up, mothafuckaaaaaa.
‘Sup bodacious babes. Homie-g’s. Haters.
[He does a little nod to the camera, playing it as “”””cool”””” as he can.]
I was thinkin’, since we’re out saving the universe n’ all… We could use something cool as like an intro, a theme song, y’know?
Something funky fresh. Like a fresh ass beat!
[He clasps his hands together, spitting into them with great enthusiasm but a slight lack of coordination.]
Yo, yo, yo, A-Milly in the hizzzz-house!
Milly as in a million, always stuntin’ like a-
[Asher pauses here, looking a little confused. He blinks once or twice, as if he’s trying to remember something important.]
Vill-i-ain? Um, I’m still working on the intro. Anyway-
[Clearing his throat, he continues on. The interference is probably making this transmission even worse (if that’s possible, can it really get any more embarrassing than this?).]
We up in here, we in the zone
Ready to take care of all yo’ homes,
Don’t matter if it’s outer space, cause we gon put them bad guys in their pl-AAYYYYYCE-
[He ends enthusiastically, but freezes mid-air. It seems as though he’s considering saying something else, but his shoulders drop and he shrugs.]
Uh, yeah. That’s all I got? But I think it has potential. Anyway, um, if anybody wants to like… Help me finish or whatever.
Hit me up, mothafuckaaaaaa.
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P-Please don't... t-talk about my...
[ she peters off into a tiny squeak by the end of it, unable to actually finish her words. ]
this escalated
You would dare besmirch my fair Olivia's honor with these insults so ugly and rude? You had best pray to the gods that I find you not amid the slopes of these sands, for should I lay my gaze upon you, you shall soon find my knife sheathed in your stomach. I have not my spear with me, and this would be too honorable a death for a dog such as you - thus it is fitting that I should flay you as an animal. There shall be none to mourn your death, but only rejoicing from the carrion birds who of your flesh make a feast.
[Video | un: tsukuyo] dropkicks in here
Since she's not really that far from Asher (it's suffering to be near him tbh) she hears that from a distance but ... Rather than go into Asher's video feed, she'll interrupt with her own. Self-proclaimed chief of police of Audentes, coming through. ]
Oi.
He deserves a good punch in the face 'n' you're welcome to deliver it if ya want, but take it easy on the flayin' an' murderin' there.
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[He sputters this immediately in response to Olivia's shame.]
2/2
Um.
[Asher isn't used to people speaking the way Achilles does, but the reverse is probably true as well. Tsukuyo intervenes, too, and... Boy. This is just a Lot.]
Did you just threaten to kill me? All because might have implied that your girl's pussy is...
[Both palms are wide open, on either side of Asher's body.]
Well, bomb?
[isn't that why ur dating her dude lmfao]
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I SAID STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!
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You do offend her gentle nature with your crude speech, and thus I demand you cease at once. Should you speak in such a manner to your own woman, if ever you might inveigle some unfortunate man's less fortunate daughter into your bed, then it is none of my business however distasteful it seems to me. It is my wife, however, whose honor you now so rudely assault, and for that I am right to threaten your death.
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u kno what, that's not the hole where shit cums from olivia... anyway]
I was just trying to clarify the context of the argument.
[You choose now, of all times, to be a law student?
Asher inhales sharply, cringing at the onslaught of threats Achilles breathes in his direction.]
Okay, slow your roll dude. I'll apologize to your girl, but your greasy manbeard is really creeping me the fuck o-
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Wife? Did you say wife?
[they r married????
isn't he like 56. 580. she looks so smol and young next 2 him butt ok hu is he 2 judge]
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she knows what he must be thinking: what is a man as handsome and as great as achilles doing with a nobody like her? ]
S-So what if I am h-his wife...
[ her voice, once booming, is so very small now. ]
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To her I have indeed lent my worthy name, that of Achilles, son of Peleus, and thus to lay insult against her is to lay insult against my honor. Now do you at last realize the gravity of this your trespass which you so foolishly made?
[Their union may not be official, blessed not by the gods nor by his father whose counsel he so values, but here especially all things are ephemeral: this union to him is as certain as anything can be.]
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There's a variety of complicated feelings this entire conversation has brought up, even though it all started rather innocently. Asher closes his eyes before rubbing his temples, sighing loudly.]
Yeah, shit.
[He can't help but feel the teensiest bit jealous, even if their union isn't what he would consider a typical marriage.
Asher attempts to make eye contact with Olivia, although her eyes aren't quite meeting his own.]
I'm sorry.
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It's fine.
laughs...what a wild ride...
So paltry an apology is not enough to allay what harm you have done, although to see you cowed thus is indeed to my liking. You are a fool who knows well that he is a fool. Yet still such a fool as yourself is unworthy of further acknowledgement - thus you ought to give thanks that I know not where you cower, for this is what shall spare your miserable life.
Go now, and show your face not to my wife, nor to me whom you have so offended.
[This is where he would command the feed to end, but being that the flickering image is projected by Olivia's jewelry there comes instead an awkward pause until she herself shall wish for it to end.]
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A word that cuts deeper than it should.
There they are again, the whispering voices, the glances in his general direction. He feels as though he is six years old again, sitting on a bench in a ritzy private school, clenching and unclenching his fists as the women across the hallway watch him uncomfortably. Never punished quite enough for the crimes he's committed in life on account of being Judge Millstone's son, perhaps there's need for this kind of discipline. Salt is rubbed on an old, festering wound, one that only reopens and becomes deeper with time.
What an awful sentiment, that he doesn't deserve to respect, that he doesn't deserve kindness... True, to some degree.
Before Achilles' image fades away, however, Asher glares in the direction of the camera, saying nothing in response.
One day he will prove himself. At the very least, he will die that way- Still trying.]
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but in the short second that lasts between achilles' warning, and the termination of the feed, olivia dares to chance another look at this man—
and in doing so catches that look on his face.
and for a moment, olivia thinks she might actually understand. ]
this is such a clusterfuck...screw timelines, i'm just gonna break off into our own thread
Is challenging this scoundrel to mere sport meant to sate my call for retribution? This is not punishment enough for so vile a slight against my honor.
[For in his thinking Olivia's honor is bound to his.]
And this is such a late tag BUT YEAH THAT'S FINE that's what I expected
I won't have anyone kill someone for somethin' like that.
[ She doesn't really have the authority of the law, she knows that, but surely ALISTAIR has something against murder? ]
then i'm even later...
Rather than his foot I should like to see my spear pierce his mouth, or an arrow slung by my bow. Then might his perverse tongue be curbed ere he use it to defile the women of worthy men like myself. That he lives still is only for the distance between us and the unfamiliar landscape of this desert, in which I know not where he cowers.
[Translation: I don't know where this asshole is, so I have no choice but to let him live.]
I mean you missed out on me being a week+ late with everything so it's ok really
If ya did know where he cowers, ya wouldn't get at 'im anyway 'cause I'm right here.
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[ That's ... important to say first, but ... Her gaze hardens further, after that outburst, because there he goes on about protecting Olivia's honour at the same time as he more or less insults her. ]
So let me get this straight. You're gonna kill this guy for ... talkin' about Olivia's ... neither regions, [ CLEARS THROAT, ] even if he didn't mean to insult her. And now you're sayin' that he's a coward for hidin' behind a woman. Are ya insinuatin' women are weaker than men?
Then she's too good for ya.
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2/2
We're not dating, dude.
And I get it! I messed up, okay? She's your girl and I shouldn't have been talking about her-
[Cue vague hand gesturing...]
Lady bits, or what the fuck ever. But I'm not from a place where you have to throw down to get by. And women can be badasses too, yanno? Sheesh.
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This interruption grants enough time for his thoughts to draw back to the deal he had once made with Ramir. How rare it is that he reconsiders his words while still his fury smolders, but he has learned from those dark days when upon the beach of Troy he sat with his heart immovable. This admission he makes tersely, his ire straining at his voice.]
Indeed it is true that among this crew are women who wield great strength and whose breasts fill with fighting spirit such that matches any warrior. Then a man who would watch such women raise spear and shield and feel not compelled to fight for his own honor - he is the lowest coward, of whom any man would be ashamed and disgusted to claim as his kin.