24 - There's been a mixup
Jul. 11th, 2012 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacup[It's still Riddick in the video; it's still his deep, raspy voice. But it's a lot mellower, and flirtatious instead of subtly threatening.]
For a moment, I nearly thought the admiral had lost patience with the tedious formalities of free will and simply attempted to graduate us all by remaking us in our jailors' image. But no, the wardens are still subject to his whims as well. A few days in one another's ill fitting shoes and everything will be the same.
I wonder what my own unfortunate jailor is making of his new sensations. If he isn't enjoying my sense of smell I would glady take it back; the world gets so dull.
[His body language is all wrong. Instead of crowding the viewscreen or looking like he's just biding his time before he goes for the viewer, he's lounging back in his chair with genuine relaxation, almost artistically posed. The vibe has shifted, not very subtly, from 'I could kill you with my bare hands, but I'm not because I don't give enough of a fuck' to 'look at me; I'm very pretty, and life is fine.'
Also his little writing desk has seen a lot of... writing. There are scraps of paper stacked as neatly as scrap paper stacks, with angular print on them.]
[PRIVATE TO ARTHAS]
It is long past time we had a word, mon sauvage.
[Muddled flood! Riddick is AFFECTED-- he has a few of the Marquis' tics, and a weird mix of his speaking mannerisms. Also my god normal humans can't smell anything what is wrong with all of you people. (But chocolate is awesome when did that happen.)]
For a moment, I nearly thought the admiral had lost patience with the tedious formalities of free will and simply attempted to graduate us all by remaking us in our jailors' image. But no, the wardens are still subject to his whims as well. A few days in one another's ill fitting shoes and everything will be the same.
I wonder what my own unfortunate jailor is making of his new sensations. If he isn't enjoying my sense of smell I would glady take it back; the world gets so dull.
[His body language is all wrong. Instead of crowding the viewscreen or looking like he's just biding his time before he goes for the viewer, he's lounging back in his chair with genuine relaxation, almost artistically posed. The vibe has shifted, not very subtly, from 'I could kill you with my bare hands, but I'm not because I don't give enough of a fuck' to 'look at me; I'm very pretty, and life is fine.'
Also his little writing desk has seen a lot of... writing. There are scraps of paper stacked as neatly as scrap paper stacks, with angular print on them.]
[PRIVATE TO ARTHAS]
It is long past time we had a word, mon sauvage.
[Muddled flood! Riddick is AFFECTED-- he has a few of the Marquis' tics, and a weird mix of his speaking mannerisms. Also my god normal humans can't smell anything what is wrong with all of you people. (But chocolate is awesome when did that happen.)]
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Date: 2012-07-12 05:27 am (UTC)[A tiny silver-white kitten hops up on the screen, while a black one climbs the drapes in the background.]
...are you writing? [He looks a bit excited.] Tales of your adventures perhaps?
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Date: 2012-07-12 05:31 am (UTC)[He focuses on the kittens, because he doesn't like this new compulsion to write.]
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Date: 2012-07-12 10:39 pm (UTC)[The kitten reaches the top of the curtain and starts mewing--wat do now? Dracula sighs and goes to rescue her. Meanwhile two more jump up onto his chair, then onto the table, and start sniffing the communicator.]
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Date: 2012-07-13 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-13 02:36 am (UTC)Feel free to come by, they're quite personable little creatures. And I am learning quite a bit from them.
[SPARM?]
Date: 2012-07-13 02:39 am (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 02:51 am (UTC)Come in, come in. Say hello, little ones!
[They are pro-people in general, and three of them spill toward Riddick: one black, one grey and one very orange. The silver one started climbing Dracula's leg, mewing at him. Up, Daddy!]
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 02:58 am (UTC)[Riddick kneels down to pick them off of Dracula's pants, extracting the little claws and draping them on his broad shoulders]
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 04:34 am (UTC)The pale one is Elaine, after a friend of mine. The others do not yet have names. I am looking for homes for up to two of them.
[Elaine purrs charmingly and cranes her neck to look down at her sister. She noselicks and then starts grooming herself. Sheah, you wish you'd gotten a ride up here.]
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 04:37 am (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 03:25 pm (UTC)[The kittens start purring loudly, and the grey one dabs at his nose with a paw. Dracula goes to the desk to pet the other two, who are staring at the two-legs expectantly.]
It is strange. In their presence I have discovered that I have lessons yet to learn.
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 03:33 pm (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-13 10:38 pm (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-14 05:17 pm (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-14 11:11 pm (UTC)[The kittens settle down after a few moments and start grooming each other. Dracula sighs and goes to get the teawater boiling.]
On my world these beasts were apparently responsible for saving humanity once.
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-14 11:13 pm (UTC)He dandles his assignment of kittens on his lap, tickling them so that they'll claw at his fingers.]
Oh?
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-15 09:58 pm (UTC)[Said kittens react in different ways. Elaine grooms herself somewhat indifferently, the black one dabs at his fingers tentatively, and the other two go to town.] *batbatbatbatbatbatbat*
In ancient Egypt, one of our first great civilizations, mice were a deadly problem. They devoured the grain stores and multiplied unchecked, and whole cities were in danger of starving. Until one day a local species of wildcat decided to start living in the granaries and killing the mice. These little ones are direct descendants of those cats.
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-15 10:55 pm (UTC)And so graceful, children. [As one topples off his leg and lands on the seat beside him, looking puzzled.]
I would take one, if no-one else claimed them.
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-17 03:48 am (UTC)Do you have a favorite? If you do not have the time I will definitely keep at least one for visiting purposes.
[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-17 04:44 am (UTC)[SPARM]
Date: 2012-07-18 11:38 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 11:54 am (UTC)Is it. You're effected.
Private
Date: 2012-07-12 03:12 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 09:25 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 09:56 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2012-07-12 10:24 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2012-07-12 10:31 pm (UTC)You're forbidden to harm me, but it doesn't apply vice versa.
Re: Private
Date: 2012-07-12 10:44 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 10:58 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-07-12 11:01 pm (UTC)With only my memories of our passion. How I will miss trying to kill you.