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dramadramaduck2013-03-16 07:24 pm
papillio_tempestatis) wrote in dramadramaduck2013-03-16 07:24 pm
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[Canon Move - Accidental? Voice/Video]
- But no doubt our army of the earth and sky was nothing more nor less than an uprising of the peasants themselves. Well, now we have a new army, and a name that fires the imagination. And a Great Wizard. I don't believe in legends. But I believe that other people believe.
[That's Butterfly's voice, speaking very quickly and rather quietly. Somewhere in the background is what sounds like the bustle of a large city. There's a rustle of fabric, like two people brushing past each other, and a second voice speaks, younger, female, and speaking with a very thick accent.] You come seeing Red Army now.
Forward Motion With Masses! [This is a third voice, a young man's with a rumbling quality.]
Does he always talk like that? [A fourth, an older man's voice that might be recognizable from a previous post.]
Three Yoked Oxen does not study.
[This devolves into Three Yoked Oxen exclaiming revolutionary slogans in broken Morporkian with the older man saying things like "How's your granny off for soap?" in response, rather obviously mocking Three Yoked Oxen or at least taking advantage of him not speaking the language well.
The noises are moving away, though, and there's a creak of doors opening, and a sigh from Butterfly. Suddenly the post turns into video as Butterfly apparently pulls her journal out of her sleeve. Behind her is a narrow street filled with a shouting, crowded market.]
What am I going to do with this man? He is possibly the least great wizard ever.
[A few moments later, there's a loud crash from behind her, and a set of doors is smashed open as a robed man - the owner of the older voice - very nearly flies out through them and disappears into the crowd, trailing the end of a "goodbyeeee!" Butterfly pauses, then just shakes her head.]
This will go much faster when he works out that we can find him anyway. He is much safer with us.
[A very pretty girl, a few years younger than Butterfly, and a large, muscular young man emerge from the wrecked doors, looking concerned, and the video cuts out as Butterfly shuts her journal to deal with them.]
((OOC: Butterfly, Lotus Blossom, Three Yoked Oxen, Rincewind))
[That's Butterfly's voice, speaking very quickly and rather quietly. Somewhere in the background is what sounds like the bustle of a large city. There's a rustle of fabric, like two people brushing past each other, and a second voice speaks, younger, female, and speaking with a very thick accent.] You come seeing Red Army now.
Forward Motion With Masses! [This is a third voice, a young man's with a rumbling quality.]
Does he always talk like that? [A fourth, an older man's voice that might be recognizable from a previous post.]
Three Yoked Oxen does not study.
[This devolves into Three Yoked Oxen exclaiming revolutionary slogans in broken Morporkian with the older man saying things like "How's your granny off for soap?" in response, rather obviously mocking Three Yoked Oxen or at least taking advantage of him not speaking the language well.
The noises are moving away, though, and there's a creak of doors opening, and a sigh from Butterfly. Suddenly the post turns into video as Butterfly apparently pulls her journal out of her sleeve. Behind her is a narrow street filled with a shouting, crowded market.]
What am I going to do with this man? He is possibly the least great wizard ever.
[A few moments later, there's a loud crash from behind her, and a set of doors is smashed open as a robed man - the owner of the older voice - very nearly flies out through them and disappears into the crowd, trailing the end of a "goodbyeeee!" Butterfly pauses, then just shakes her head.]
This will go much faster when he works out that we can find him anyway. He is much safer with us.
[A very pretty girl, a few years younger than Butterfly, and a large, muscular young man emerge from the wrecked doors, looking concerned, and the video cuts out as Butterfly shuts her journal to deal with them.]
((OOC: Butterfly, Lotus Blossom, Three Yoked Oxen, Rincewind))