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mallowhallow2013-07-16 12:51 pm
forgotten_vows) wrote in mallowhallow2013-07-16 12:51 pm
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Rehearsal 4 (6/04): [Video, from Astralfield]
[The feed clicks on to find Victor seated on his favorite bench, giving the viewers a small, slightly-embarrassed-looking smile.]
Hello everyone. I regret to say that this is another 'advert' of sorts for my potential services. I've been thinking about what I might have to offer ever since the Queen told us we needed to work. I've never really worked before, honestly. . .my father was quite rich at home, so I've always depended on an allowance. . .
[He fiddles with his tie for a moment before adopting a determined expression and looking up.]
But honestly, I didn't like that I didn't have to pay for anything in the first place, so I'm more than willing to try. And I do have something to offer.
[He turns to the side and holds his communicator over his open sketchbook with one hand, using the other to turn a few pages. There's a number of scientific drawings of butterflies (complete with annotations), and a few more fantastical things, like a rabbit in a top hat, jacket, waistcoat, and spats, carrying a pocket watch in rather sharp claws and what looks to be an ant made out of folded paper, with a long paper beard and a broad-brimmed hat. Everything's done in crisp black ink. After a few pages, he turns the chalkboard back to his face.]
Yes, so if you need an artist for any reason, I'd be happy to help. Prices would depend on what exactly you want drawn. I can do colored drawings and paintings too -- I just prefer to work in ink sketches. So -- if you like my work, please contact me! Either here or at my room -- 6988 at the Astralfield Hotel.
[He gives a little wave before ending the video.]
Hello everyone. I regret to say that this is another 'advert' of sorts for my potential services. I've been thinking about what I might have to offer ever since the Queen told us we needed to work. I've never really worked before, honestly. . .my father was quite rich at home, so I've always depended on an allowance. . .
[He fiddles with his tie for a moment before adopting a determined expression and looking up.]
But honestly, I didn't like that I didn't have to pay for anything in the first place, so I'm more than willing to try. And I do have something to offer.
[He turns to the side and holds his communicator over his open sketchbook with one hand, using the other to turn a few pages. There's a number of scientific drawings of butterflies (complete with annotations), and a few more fantastical things, like a rabbit in a top hat, jacket, waistcoat, and spats, carrying a pocket watch in rather sharp claws and what looks to be an ant made out of folded paper, with a long paper beard and a broad-brimmed hat. Everything's done in crisp black ink. After a few pages, he turns the chalkboard back to his face.]
Yes, so if you need an artist for any reason, I'd be happy to help. Prices would depend on what exactly you want drawn. I can do colored drawings and paintings too -- I just prefer to work in ink sketches. So -- if you like my work, please contact me! Either here or at my room -- 6988 at the Astralfield Hotel.
[He gives a little wave before ending the video.]
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Oh~ [She watches him carefully.] I've been too used to traditional methods of brewing them.
[She listens while thoughtfully looking at her cup of tea.]Yes, I remember her.
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Heh, it's all right -- it took me a bit to get used to them too. Though they are very convenient. [He pulls out his tea bag from his cup, setting it aside on the saucer he got for that purpose, then adds milk and sugar. He also takes a Hydrox, just to remind Kurenai that it's okay, he's sitting with her now if she wants a snack.]
Right -- I don't think I ever properly explained what happened after she was set free. You see, while all of that was happening, my parents were out of town. Looking for me, ironically -- the town crier had seen me and Emily right before she took me below, and reported that I'd apparently r-run off with another woman. So they never saw any of the business with the walking dead. They returned after everything was said and done with -- and when I tried to explain what had happened, they didn't believe me. In fact, they thought I'd -- l-lost my mind.