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shellphones2023-11-21 12:09 am
acheat) wrote in shellphones2023-11-21 12:09 am
Entry tags:
Video | Best fwends
Type: Video
Sender ID: acheat (Jarlaxle)
To: Public
Subject: Surprise Gifting
Warnings: None now!
[The video opens to... No one? No one! It's no one. It's an apartment, not really decorated, looks like someone clearly lives here but as to who that's hard to say. The way the camera moves though, it suggests that however it's being held, it's not necessarily in someone's hand.
There's no noise, no commentary, but briefly a hand does actually appear on screen, holding something. A hat, apparently. A wide brimmed straw hat with a cute little ribbon around it, and into that ribbon has been neatly tucked a big, shiny, blue and green peacock feather. The hat is turned this way and that for a moment, to allow the audience to really appreciate just how stupid the whole thing is, before it's pulled off screen again, and the camera bearer begins to move.
The footsteps are silent, not a single noise to be had, not a click not a thump not even the whisper of fabric or indeed the sound of the camera man's breathing. It's almost eerie, how fluidly and soundlessly he's actually moving here, one might almost imagine the camera was just being dangled by a string somehow and just being flown around this apartment. From one room to the next it moves at a steady, even pace, until at last, the target is spotted.
It's Kimmuriel, back to the camera man, by all appearances deep within the depths of a book. Or notes, it's actually hard to tell from this angle. Slowly, quietly, the camera creeps closer. Easily, gently, the hat is produced with theatrical slowness.
Then carefully, oh so carefully, oh so agonizingly slow, from a solid two feet up, the hat bearing hand begins it's decent, not a single tremor to be seen in the arm nor wrist nor fingers. Closing in on Kimmuriel's bowed head, closer... closer... closer-
And an inch away he just straight up drops it right on the psionicists head.]
I made you a present!
[And yes he had to share this moment with everyone it's important actually!!!]
Sender ID: acheat (Jarlaxle)
To: Public
Subject: Surprise Gifting
Warnings: None now!
[The video opens to... No one? No one! It's no one. It's an apartment, not really decorated, looks like someone clearly lives here but as to who that's hard to say. The way the camera moves though, it suggests that however it's being held, it's not necessarily in someone's hand.
There's no noise, no commentary, but briefly a hand does actually appear on screen, holding something. A hat, apparently. A wide brimmed straw hat with a cute little ribbon around it, and into that ribbon has been neatly tucked a big, shiny, blue and green peacock feather. The hat is turned this way and that for a moment, to allow the audience to really appreciate just how stupid the whole thing is, before it's pulled off screen again, and the camera bearer begins to move.
The footsteps are silent, not a single noise to be had, not a click not a thump not even the whisper of fabric or indeed the sound of the camera man's breathing. It's almost eerie, how fluidly and soundlessly he's actually moving here, one might almost imagine the camera was just being dangled by a string somehow and just being flown around this apartment. From one room to the next it moves at a steady, even pace, until at last, the target is spotted.
It's Kimmuriel, back to the camera man, by all appearances deep within the depths of a book. Or notes, it's actually hard to tell from this angle. Slowly, quietly, the camera creeps closer. Easily, gently, the hat is produced with theatrical slowness.
Then carefully, oh so carefully, oh so agonizingly slow, from a solid two feet up, the hat bearing hand begins it's decent, not a single tremor to be seen in the arm nor wrist nor fingers. Closing in on Kimmuriel's bowed head, closer... closer... closer-
And an inch away he just straight up drops it right on the psionicists head.]
I made you a present!
[And yes he had to share this moment with everyone it's important actually!!!]
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[THERE HE IS. The fact that Jarlaxle didn't just cripple himself with laughter right then and there at the sight of his co-captain sitting on the shelf like some ridiculously behatted gargoyle was commendable, he deserves a medal for it in his opinion. He still snorts at the sight though, whipping the phone around to get the other man in his sights-
And then quickly yanks it away again, he'd no time whatsoever to take that damn picture before Kimmuriel fucking swooped at him. Gargoyle comparison was pretty apt as far as he was concerned.]
I promise I won't even show anyone, it'll be for my eyes only! Nothing on the network at all.
[We've reached the bargaining stage, but this isn't stopping him from hopping onto a nearby couch to try and get off a few shots before Kimmuriel can try another swing at the phone.]
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When Jarlaxle resorts to bargaining, Kimmuriel contemplates this and then finally stays still enough for Jarlaxle to take his picture (pictures, multiple, if he's quick). His expression is completely sober, annoyed even, if you can ignore the fact he does look a little like he's trying not to smile.
Once that's over, he takes the hat off, but he doesn't remove the feather. ]
Have you had your fun? [ Said in much the same manner as someone asking have you got it out of your system? to someone caught misbehaving. ]
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[Oh he's very quick, the camera makes it's little digitized shutter sounds rapidly in succession before Kimmuriel can properly remove the hat. The feather still blatantly tucked in it, of course, consider him touched. The tone just has him grinning like the Cheshire cat.]
For now, I suppose. I'll surely find a new way of entertaining myself again sooner rather than later.
[No promises it won't be with Kimmuriel again.]