// 009. Video : Ageup Edition!
[Cut to the sounds of movement. Running. Really fast running. The video reflects this - it's steady but (strapped to a wrist, maybe?) what's passing by is flashes of buildings, of sky, of-- oh hey, rooftops.]
[Heavy breath as she peers into the screen, a sly grin on her lips as she speaks. Not quite so much derp in her voice now, and there's an ease about her. A confidence that was definitely not there before, and no trace of the aura of fear that had surrounded her.]
Seriously?
This is some amazingly weird shit, you guys. If there are any 'you guys' out there, that is...
[...]
Funny thing is, I brought the thing in with me, and I could have sworn...
[Her blue eyes narrow a bit, and she grows quiet. Eyes flickering toward the edges of the screen, and looking as if she's about to turn behind her.]
...god, some vampires are such derps I don't know how you can even live to be older than me! I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING, DUMBASS.
[She's reaching for something. The sound of a ...blade unsheathing? Not quite it.]
And the part I don't get---
[Backing up. Measured steps. Flat boots on concrete.]
---is that you don't---
[Movement!]
--- even have---
[Swoosh! A flash of red.]
---to breathe!
[Garden variety vampire, yellow eyes, bumpy forehead, completely dumbfounded expression as his head comes off in an amazingly fast, clean stroke. Aaaaaand it's dust!splosion time!]
[She grins, almost a little cocky before --- promptly sneezing into the air. Yeah, it happens.]
But Anatole? Really? Is this place on a ten year clock or something? I was just in Boston.
And suddenly ...it's like freaking Narnia.
[...]
Wow.
Is ...is anyone still here?
[A beat, and she lowers her eyes, smiling.]
Riza? Johan?
...Utena? A-Alphonse?
[For a moment she's almost fragile-looking. And then the smirk makes its way back to her lips.]
Paging Trevor Belmont! [pause] Kaien? Mr. Grumpus Shinigami Bananapants?
[Yeah, she went there. Her smile just gets wider. And then:]
Jason Todd? You out there, somewhere? Dude. I so owe you a game of paintball. And a milkshake. Don't even think I forgot.
[Heavy breath as she peers into the screen, a sly grin on her lips as she speaks. Not quite so much derp in her voice now, and there's an ease about her. A confidence that was definitely not there before, and no trace of the aura of fear that had surrounded her.]
Seriously?
This is some amazingly weird shit, you guys. If there are any 'you guys' out there, that is...
[...]
Funny thing is, I brought the thing in with me, and I could have sworn...
[Her blue eyes narrow a bit, and she grows quiet. Eyes flickering toward the edges of the screen, and looking as if she's about to turn behind her.]
...god, some vampires are such derps I don't know how you can even live to be older than me! I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING, DUMBASS.
[She's reaching for something. The sound of a ...blade unsheathing? Not quite it.]
And the part I don't get---
[Backing up. Measured steps. Flat boots on concrete.]
---is that you don't---
[Movement!]
--- even have---
[Swoosh! A flash of red.]
---to breathe!
[Garden variety vampire, yellow eyes, bumpy forehead, completely dumbfounded expression as his head comes off in an amazingly fast, clean stroke. Aaaaaand it's dust!splosion time!]
[She grins, almost a little cocky before --- promptly sneezing into the air. Yeah, it happens.]
But Anatole? Really? Is this place on a ten year clock or something? I was just in Boston.
And suddenly ...it's like freaking Narnia.
[...]
Wow.
Is ...is anyone still here?
[A beat, and she lowers her eyes, smiling.]
Riza? Johan?
...Utena? A-Alphonse?
[For a moment she's almost fragile-looking. And then the smirk makes its way back to her lips.]
Paging Trevor Belmont! [pause] Kaien? Mr. Grumpus Shinigami Bananapants?
[Yeah, she went there. Her smile just gets wider. And then:]
Jason Todd? You out there, somewhere? Dude. I so owe you a game of paintball. And a milkshake. Don't even think I forgot.