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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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Are you... his keeper?
[ some squinting. ]
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[ i take care of enough manchildren in life i dont need more ]
He's an acquaintance.
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I think I'd rather hear his own apology, if he is actually truly sorry.
1/2
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That's fair. Excuse me.
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olivia may have been upset, but she is certainly not upset at him, and somehow the sight of his own blush just reminds her of her own sharp tone on him and she is instantly immensely guilty for it. ]
I-It's not your fault at all...!
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Sorry to butt in unwarranted. I hope you're okay, regardless.
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I — I will be. [ she just wants that apology... and for him to stop talking about it... ] But you don't need to apologize — you were just.. trying to help a friend.
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[ and in a tone pitched a little lower, like it shames him to admit: ]
I wasn't expecting this kind of crass behavior from a judicial figure.
[ dat boy talks like a bad pirate its so unfortunate ]
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Judicial figure...?
sry 4 this
[He feels the need to interject, even though he really shouldn't be speaking.
Classic Asher, tbh.]
That's my-
[What begins as an impulse manifests itself as a bad decision in his mind, because he doesn't need to say that. His father is the judge, the one who worked his way up the ladder, although Asher isn't sure what to think of that now.
The steps Judge Millstone took as he climbed higher and higher were not so honest.]
I'm studying to be a lawyer, okay? I'm not there yet.
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And what is a lawyer?
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[Olivia is dating Achilles, who is definitely fucking ancient, and she has no knowledge of hip-hop. Her world is probably an archaic one, or at the very least, quite different from the home he knows.
Asher's jaw drops slightly, and he looks at the ground before looking back up at the camera. Breathing in and then out again, he is beginning to understand that this explanation is one he may be giving fairly frequently.]
Soooo where I'm from... If you get convicted of something, like a crime, you can go to a court. There's a judge and group of people from the community usually, and they vote to decide if you're guilty or not.
[He turns his head to the side, pausing to think before continuing.]
A lawyer is the person you hire to represent you. So, they defend people and keep them from going to jail, and that's the job.
[Asher utters the following words as if he's reminding himself of what the profession means.]
Standing up for people, basically.
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then again, she is a dancer, and one might say her typical demeanor outside of the stage has no relation to such a profession.
in any case, she nods in understanding. ]
I see. I know now what that man had meant when he mentioned expecting something different from you.
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He averts his eyes at that, mostly because he knows that face, it's familiar. This happens all the time, no matter what he tries to do to escape it-]
Yeah.
[But is he trying hard enough?]
I know. I've got a long way to go.
[He is sorry, though.
He really screwed everything up.]
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...Good luck with it, [ she says, and though she is still quite reserved regarding him, there is undoubtedly sincerity in her words. ]