✳ 001 ✳ [video]
[Two proud Canadian geese. They're the only things of visible interest, standing no more than a few yards away. The video stays steady as a white-gloved hand moves into view, its palm turned to the sky and holding a few leaves of romaine lettuce. The geese immediately notice the offering, but they're too wary to approach for whatever reason.]
You've nothing to fear, [says someone off-camera, addressing the geese, not the Network. The voice is definitely masculine, with a vague foreign accent. Despite having an undertone that can only be described as dark, the cameraman speaks gently and calmly.] I always preferred red meat to poultry.
[Just like that, both geese forget their fears and make a mad dash for the cameraman. He tears the lettuce into smaller pieces (one-handed and fast as hell, displaying amazing dexterity) to feed them each an equal portion.]
Hmm.
[The view, still steady, rotates away from the geese to reveal his surroundings: this is a very nice residential area of Siren's Port. Beautiful landscaping, magnificent houses--wonderfully pure greed in material form. He lingers on some architecture, but the viewpoint keeps going until it's aimed over his shoulder at the impressive mansion behind him.
Then, much more directly:] They have no difficulty finding their way home after flying south for the winter. [With a change in angle, the cameraman's wavy black hair appears. He turns his head enough to reveal part of his pale face, which is wearing glasses that don't do much to hide mellow gold eyes.] After such a long absence, it must feel nostalgic. [Pause.] I cannot recall being here at any point--
[When the mansion replaces him again, it might be recognizable by now to its residents and visitors--the Phantomhive estate. The cameraman is standing outside in front of the approximate location of Alois Trancy's bedroom.]
But it is nostalgic, and much like a dream. And in dreams... hoheo taralna...
[It's another offering--it's bait, and now Claude Faustus must wait patiently for a bite. The video ends there.]
You've nothing to fear, [says someone off-camera, addressing the geese, not the Network. The voice is definitely masculine, with a vague foreign accent. Despite having an undertone that can only be described as dark, the cameraman speaks gently and calmly.] I always preferred red meat to poultry.
[Just like that, both geese forget their fears and make a mad dash for the cameraman. He tears the lettuce into smaller pieces (one-handed and fast as hell, displaying amazing dexterity) to feed them each an equal portion.]
Hmm.
[The view, still steady, rotates away from the geese to reveal his surroundings: this is a very nice residential area of Siren's Port. Beautiful landscaping, magnificent houses--wonderfully pure greed in material form. He lingers on some architecture, but the viewpoint keeps going until it's aimed over his shoulder at the impressive mansion behind him.
Then, much more directly:] They have no difficulty finding their way home after flying south for the winter. [With a change in angle, the cameraman's wavy black hair appears. He turns his head enough to reveal part of his pale face, which is wearing glasses that don't do much to hide mellow gold eyes.] After such a long absence, it must feel nostalgic. [Pause.] I cannot recall being here at any point--
[When the mansion replaces him again, it might be recognizable by now to its residents and visitors--the Phantomhive estate. The cameraman is standing outside in front of the approximate location of Alois Trancy's bedroom.]
But it is nostalgic, and much like a dream. And in dreams... hoheo taralna...
[It's another offering--it's bait, and now Claude Faustus must wait patiently for a bite. The video ends there.]