today on your local daytime video...
[Standing in front of the PORTAL is a man in a white African mask and dirtied clothing. Under his skin, a dark swirl curls around his hand before disappearing under his sleeve. If he notices this, the mask hides it.
He throws his arms out, as if welcoming whatever he’s talking to. When he speaks, his voice is muffled, but cheerful and excited.]
Normally when I talk to Arabelle she refuses to reply, yet this place seems to be a realm of miracles, able to make my own steed make conversation with me! Imagine my surprise when I say good morning and hear her respond!
[He lets his arms drop to his sides and reaches towards whatever is recording this. There’s a small sound, which is soon revealed to be a muffled chuckle. His voice softens and becomes tenderer. Occasionally, his hands come back into view, moving in a motion similar to petting. The camera or whatever is recording this starts to move in time with the movement.]
But I know better than that. After all, it’s not very often a horse speaks in different tones, or projects mirages from their eyes. Especially of other people. If it were gods and demons, well… [He shrugs, his mask sliding to the left. A tuft of hair peeks out but then he fixes the mask and it’s gone.] Gods can do anything, can’t they?
But nevertheless, I think I’m running out of rational reasons for my current predicament and I have learned that when there is something you do not understand, you should ask the source itself. [The camera-whatever stills as he most likely holds its head in his hands.] So. Arabelle.
Who exactly is possessing you?
He throws his arms out, as if welcoming whatever he’s talking to. When he speaks, his voice is muffled, but cheerful and excited.]
Normally when I talk to Arabelle she refuses to reply, yet this place seems to be a realm of miracles, able to make my own steed make conversation with me! Imagine my surprise when I say good morning and hear her respond!
[He lets his arms drop to his sides and reaches towards whatever is recording this. There’s a small sound, which is soon revealed to be a muffled chuckle. His voice softens and becomes tenderer. Occasionally, his hands come back into view, moving in a motion similar to petting. The camera or whatever is recording this starts to move in time with the movement.]
But I know better than that. After all, it’s not very often a horse speaks in different tones, or projects mirages from their eyes. Especially of other people. If it were gods and demons, well… [He shrugs, his mask sliding to the left. A tuft of hair peeks out but then he fixes the mask and it’s gone.] Gods can do anything, can’t they?
But nevertheless, I think I’m running out of rational reasons for my current predicament and I have learned that when there is something you do not understand, you should ask the source itself. [The camera-whatever stills as he most likely holds its head in his hands.] So. Arabelle.
Who exactly is possessing you?