Video ♦ 007

[septim]

[ The camera pans onto a bored-looking, surly-sounding demon, arms crossed, grinding his teeth, disdain thick in his voice. He stands in the center of a summoning circle, its runes growing on and off, an eerie pulse. ] You defeated my Lord, yet you summon the Kyn, Septim? [ He looks around and below him, laughing maniacally. ] A ward? For me? I see you're no longer the simpering child who fancies himself a master of the arcan—

Enough! [ Not present in the recording, it is Martin's shout that silences the Dremora. ] I would've rather thrown myself at Dagon once more than summon the likes of you, daedra. [ His tone is full of regret, and self-loathing. ] But if I am to keep others safe, then I must know...

Ah, desperation, I should've known. Even then, that was the only reason why you called me. [ The Dremora smirks arrogantly, teeth rows of viciously sharp fangs. ] I see it in your eyes: you're afraid. Pathetic. Instead of embracing your nature, you gave up your life for these mortals, and you continue to live among them. Weak, doomed to death and failure and loss...

[ And then the Dremora stops, tracing the sharp edges of his sword with his fingertips, then continues in the same haughty, amused tone. ] You can't stop it. To be dragonborn is a curse and a blessing. And you, once possessed by the Dragon himself, it will be so much worse for you.

You will burn the flesh off your enemies, you will rend their bones with your jaws. And you will delight in it, for that is the nature of the Dragon's Children.

The Dragon wakes, Septim. You know this.

I pity any in your path.

[ With a final laugh of malicious glee, the Dremora disappears in a shower of purple sparks. And the transmission ends. ]

OOC: All answers will be VOICE or TEXT for most responses.

Comments

[septim]

Yes. [ Excuse Martin as he babbles about history no one has any context to. ] I used to think it was just a title, since I didn't grow up as a Septim, but....

[itase]

Remember that 'hear the words but don't understand them thing'?

Yeah. Still in effect.

[septim]

[ A growl, but then he catches himself, apologizing for both his rudeness and his vagueness. ] I'm sorry. What...do you want me to explain?

[itase]

[Eyebrows. Slowly. Inching up.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[septim]

No, not really. I'm sorry.

[itase]

Hey, don't be. It's your thing. Your incredibly interesting, involving dragons thing...

But. All yours.

[septim]

Maybe someday I've be able to explain it better. But I can't right now.

[itase]

That is the story of...the people in my life. I mean, I'm more of a witness to madness than a center of it. Generally speaking.

But it'll be okay. Whatever it is.

[septim]

[ Madness. Yes, he must certainly sound and look like a madman at the moment. ] That is what I'm praying for.

[itase]

Well, you've got my kudos towards that. So.

Go. Fight. Win.

[septim]

Thank you for your kindness. Considering the circumstances, I didn't think I deserved that.

[itase]

We're all on team 'oh god we're screwed' here, dude. Don't forget it.

[septim]

Yes, but that still doesn't excuse my actions. If some are now wary of me, I understand.

[itase]

Oh come on. If people aren't using every crazy trick they have in their bag to deal with this bs they are so not trying hard enough.

So if any of you are listening? Please. Try your crazy shit. I am missing my finals, here.

[septim]

[ Martin raises an eyebrow, feeling both amused and bashful. ]

[itase]

[awk. soooo. tiny pause. and then.]

And that's all I've got to say.