Entry tags:
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- dr. gordon freeman (half-life),
- elissa cousland (dragon age),
- elmer c. albatross (baccano!),
- galadriel (lord of the rings),
- gamora (marvel 616),
- kate kane (dc comics),
- morgana pendragon (merlin),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- ✝ cailan theirin [dragon age],
- ✝ frodo baggins [lotr],
- ✝ harry flynn [uncharted 2],
- ✝ haruno sakura [naruto],
- ✝ ivan vorpatril [vorkosigan saga],
- ✝ kallen kazouki [code geass],
- ✝ kratos aurion [tales of symphonia],
- ✝ lucifer [supernatural],
- ✝ richard sharpe (sharpe),
- ✝ robin [dc comics (earth 31)],
- ✝ tali'zorah vas normandy [mass effect]
o2 ✍ sharpe's distractions ✍ video
[ The video opens to a pair of hands. Hands, paper, and a line of tobacco. A cigarette being rolled before the camera is tipped upwards and Sharpe comes into view. He drags a hand through his hair, which is more than slightly wet by the rain. It's obvious after a while that he's outside, sitting below the awning of one of the houses in the Hold. His rifle, leaning against his shoulder, is completely dry.
He takes out a lighter and snaps it on, lighting the homemade cigarette and taking a drag. ]
Convenient things, these. [ Tosses the lighter up, and catches it again. ] Works better than any flint. [ Pause, and he shrugs. ] But I ain't here ta talk 'bout fires.
I'm a soldier and I ain't use ta just waiting 'round here. Even travelling and sightseeing [ he grins at this, because going out to the Outlands was fun but not the kind of sightseeing and travel most gentlemen go for ] gets tiring after a while. [ He leans a bit further back against the wall. ] There any books 'round? [ Beat, then he clarifies, because his accent tends to mark him as illiterate: ] Fer reading, I mean. English'd do, but if there's something in French or Spanish, I ain't going ta say no.
[ He takes a drag of the cigarette contemplatively. ]
Stories'll do as well, if no one's got any books ta read.
[ He makes to switch off the transmission, but then he seems to remember something. Scramble, scramble, oops, ash and burnt paper on the camera, which he brushes away irritatedly. ]
Can someone explain ta me how a man and a woman can share the same house without being married or related ta each other? [ He tips his head ta the side. ] It don't say much for decency or the woman's reputation, no. [ Beaaaaaaaaaaaat. ]
And what's those noises on the thirteen floor of that damned building we've been housed in, eh?
[ This is actually Sharpe's point in making the transmission but he wants books as well. Whatever. Look, it's shut off for real now. ]
a little bit later, 10% (crappily) encrypted to morgana
[ Awkwardly: ] How fares you, milady?
He takes out a lighter and snaps it on, lighting the homemade cigarette and taking a drag. ]
Convenient things, these. [ Tosses the lighter up, and catches it again. ] Works better than any flint. [ Pause, and he shrugs. ] But I ain't here ta talk 'bout fires.
I'm a soldier and I ain't use ta just waiting 'round here. Even travelling and sightseeing [ he grins at this, because going out to the Outlands was fun but not the kind of sightseeing and travel most gentlemen go for ] gets tiring after a while. [ He leans a bit further back against the wall. ] There any books 'round? [ Beat, then he clarifies, because his accent tends to mark him as illiterate: ] Fer reading, I mean. English'd do, but if there's something in French or Spanish, I ain't going ta say no.
[ He takes a drag of the cigarette contemplatively. ]
Stories'll do as well, if no one's got any books ta read.
[ He makes to switch off the transmission, but then he seems to remember something. Scramble, scramble, oops, ash and burnt paper on the camera, which he brushes away irritatedly. ]
Can someone explain ta me how a man and a woman can share the same house without being married or related ta each other? [ He tips his head ta the side. ] It don't say much for decency or the woman's reputation, no. [ Beaaaaaaaaaaaat. ]
And what's those noises on the thirteen floor of that damned building we've been housed in, eh?
[ This is actually Sharpe's point in making the transmission but he wants books as well. Whatever. Look, it's shut off for real now. ]
a little bit later, 10% (crappily) encrypted to morgana
[ Awkwardly: ] How fares you, milady?
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[ IT'S OKAY GAMORA NEVER HAD ANY TO BEGIN WITH. ]
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Aye, I've got that lecture plenty already. You have something new ta say, 'bout how yer alien highness is better than us?
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[ At least Gamora's willing to diss everyone else, too. ]
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[ the amount she knows about the zen whoberi is minimal, considering they're all dead. ]
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Most women in this galaxy of yers won't mind being called a whore?
[ He sounds genuinely interested. He has nothing against whores, man. Nothing. ]
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[ a shrug ]
But you are from Earth.
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[ definitely not going to ask him back. rudeness 101 student of the year right here. ]
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You've got a last name of some sort, or you don't have that sort in yer world?
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Get big enough and everyone knows who you are anyway.
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[ ~comics~ ]
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