016 ♪ video ♪ the battle of one
[The camera is lopsided and apparently on the ground outside Building 1. It catches two sets of identical shoes shuffling around each other, two sets of white coats (though one is stained with rainbow paint?), two voices raised against each other in argument. The first voice is slightly more shrill, but also more teasing, more desperate. It's Luke. Well... the replica. Two of him. Shit, this is confusing.]
Why bother doing anything? It's not going to change what's going to happen!
You're wrong! [Their swords clash with a clap of thunder. The wearer of the whiter coat goes flying and hits the ground. As he tries to pick himself back up, he's confronted by a sword to his throat.] Nothing is set in stone. What we did in Auldrant proves that!
[The one on the ground smiles, but there's something wrong to it. Then he kicks the other Luke's feet out from under him. Now their positions are reversed.] You're a pretty good liar... but you're the one who's wrong. I know it, and you know it, and all your friends will know it too. You're always going to be a murderer. [The leering redhead tosses his sword aside and grabs the Luke in the bloodstained coat, pulls him to eye level. The next part is too quiet for the network to pick up, but it carries enough vehemence to make the other Luke stare wide-eyed at himself. (You're always going to be a replica. You're never going to live a normal life...)
Then he reaches out and places his hand over... his own, the one clutching his shirt. It's probably weird to anyone who's watching, too.] I know. I know that. But all of that doesn't make me want to live any less.
I have to live.
[Both Lukes mouth the next words.] ... We have to live. [And then the replica in the clean coat disappears, leaving Luke with his hand outstretched. He drops it and stares at his communicator.] Is... is everyone okay?
[ooc: This is backdated to the 18th. I hurt my back and couldn't do much... still struggling a bit fjkdlsfd so yeah sorry for the slow!]
Why bother doing anything? It's not going to change what's going to happen!
You're wrong! [Their swords clash with a clap of thunder. The wearer of the whiter coat goes flying and hits the ground. As he tries to pick himself back up, he's confronted by a sword to his throat.] Nothing is set in stone. What we did in Auldrant proves that!
[The one on the ground smiles, but there's something wrong to it. Then he kicks the other Luke's feet out from under him. Now their positions are reversed.] You're a pretty good liar... but you're the one who's wrong. I know it, and you know it, and all your friends will know it too. You're always going to be a murderer. [The leering redhead tosses his sword aside and grabs the Luke in the bloodstained coat, pulls him to eye level. The next part is too quiet for the network to pick up, but it carries enough vehemence to make the other Luke stare wide-eyed at himself. (You're always going to be a replica. You're never going to live a normal life...)
Then he reaches out and places his hand over... his own, the one clutching his shirt. It's probably weird to anyone who's watching, too.] I know. I know that. But all of that doesn't make me want to live any less.
I have to live.
[Both Lukes mouth the next words.] ... We have to live. [And then the replica in the clean coat disappears, leaving Luke with his hand outstretched. He drops it and stares at his communicator.] Is... is everyone okay?
[ooc: This is backdated to the 18th. I hurt my back and couldn't do much... still struggling a bit fjkdlsfd so yeah sorry for the slow!]