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exsilium2013-08-20 02:00 am
speakveryclearly) wrote in exsilium2013-08-20 02:00 am
Sixth Blood [Video + Filtered Voice]
[The video feed, recorded at around 11am on August 20th, shows the inside of a Transport's Initiative-provided apartment. More specifically the bookshelf. Some people might recognize the three novels, or the simplified Initiative-approved introductory history to Exsilium's Earth, or the calendar on the nearby wall from Roslyn Small and deduce this is Kanaya Maryam's quarters in Unit 505.]
Hello. I'm Kanaya Maryam and I live in Unit 505. [Those people are right, judging by the politely frustrated fifteen-year-old girl's voice. Those people would also, if they looked closely at the bookshelf, perhaps notice that the thickest volume she owns is not present on the shelf in its usual place, or at all.] There's recently been some kind of mishap. Before I left for a mission in July, I was in possession of The Twilight Saga. This is where I kept it. I sometimes took it with me to read elsewhere, so it's not impossible that I could have misplaced it. However, I pretty distinctly remember having it before I left, and it's only after my return that I noticed it was gone. I've searched quite a few places I regularly visit in vain.
That's not all. I've gone to quite a few bookstores today, thinking that perhaps I should just remedy the situation unilaterally by purchasing a replacement. And all of them not only denied this volume was in stock, they had no idea what I was describing. I checked their stock too to make sure they weren't just discriminating against such an obviously alien Transport as myself, and saw no sign whatsoever of the book where it would belong in any alphabetical ordering scheme.
I know many people don't appreciate the quality of the book, but regardless of how you feel, it is my property that has disappeared. I'm not mad yet. I just want to know what's going on.
[The "yet" hangs in the air ominously for a few seconds before the video ends.]
[For one network user, there is a voice message today as well, playing on the tablet with the name of "Haruka Takahashi" attached.]
I bought you a birthday present. I can leave it at an agreed-upon location for you to pick up if you don't want to see me. There's a note inside that you don't have to read.
Hello. I'm Kanaya Maryam and I live in Unit 505. [Those people are right, judging by the politely frustrated fifteen-year-old girl's voice. Those people would also, if they looked closely at the bookshelf, perhaps notice that the thickest volume she owns is not present on the shelf in its usual place, or at all.] There's recently been some kind of mishap. Before I left for a mission in July, I was in possession of The Twilight Saga. This is where I kept it. I sometimes took it with me to read elsewhere, so it's not impossible that I could have misplaced it. However, I pretty distinctly remember having it before I left, and it's only after my return that I noticed it was gone. I've searched quite a few places I regularly visit in vain.
That's not all. I've gone to quite a few bookstores today, thinking that perhaps I should just remedy the situation unilaterally by purchasing a replacement. And all of them not only denied this volume was in stock, they had no idea what I was describing. I checked their stock too to make sure they weren't just discriminating against such an obviously alien Transport as myself, and saw no sign whatsoever of the book where it would belong in any alphabetical ordering scheme.
I know many people don't appreciate the quality of the book, but regardless of how you feel, it is my property that has disappeared. I'm not mad yet. I just want to know what's going on.
[The "yet" hangs in the air ominously for a few seconds before the video ends.]
[For one network user, there is a voice message today as well, playing on the tablet with the name of "Haruka Takahashi" attached.]
I bought you a birthday present. I can leave it at an agreed-upon location for you to pick up if you don't want to see me. There's a note inside that you don't have to read.
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[Of Being Good Enough For You is the subtext she doesn't intend; probably more of a poke at the recurring dream theme on a conscious level.]
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That Doesnt Mean They Arent Pleasant While They Last Does It
[SUBTEXT]
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[ CRUSHES IT UNDER HEELS ]
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Mind The Adverb There
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I See What Youre Doing
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But I Was Remembering
The Last Time You Said Theres No Truth To Dreams
And That Informed My Conjecture About The Context In Which Your Remark May Have Been Truly Intended
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How... utterly predictable.
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Difference Of Interpretation
Youve Admitted That None Of This Is Real To You Have You Not
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She already sent that message once today. It's enough. It's easy for Haruka, and Kanaya has no reason to irrationally fear this will be their last conversation. She types something rapidly enough to compensate for the earlier pause, making the timestamp shorter in interval rather than longer. There's a liberal interpretation of time involved, but who cares? Humans go gaga for that, too.]
Yeah Youre Right Ive Actually Got Work To Do
[And an emotional leash around her neck, looser yet less flexible than the material holding the key there.
Humans being the true imperialists in the end really sucks and not in the fun way.]