video.
[ if you're anywhere near the baseball diamond that afternoon, you might notice something a little like a clap of muted thunder, and if you're at all sensitive to such things, you might very well notice an extremely overwhelming presence that just as abruptly-- disappears a moment or two afterward.
and then, this transmission a few minutes later:
the video turns on to a view of a young man, probably no older than eleven or twelve, with bright blond curls and eyes the same colour as a summer noonday sky. he looks like he could be a young greek god, apollo (if only apollo had worn a tshirt, ripped jeans, and dirty, unlaced trainers), and even through the transmission, you can almost feel this boy's force of personality. in person, he's probably very, very hard to refuse.
he squints at the camera for several moments before his expression turns faintly disappointed. ]
An' here I was thinkin' me an' Dog'd been kidnapped to another world, an' it's only Canada. [ oh, and he's english. ] Still, I guess at least it's kind of int'restin', since there's s'posed to be monsters an' all.
[ to be honest, it's kind of hard focusing on that kind of thing-- adam knows, for instance, that there are Certain People here that probably shouldn't be, and well.. the extended family is just a little bit distracting.
still, after a moment, he offers a sunny smile. ] Hey! I'm Adam. [ pointedly. very pointedly. --that done, he swings the nv down to show a cheerful little mutt seated by his feet, one ear seemingly inside-out and a worn-out tennis ball held between his teeth. ] An' this is Dog. [ he turns the nv back up to his face, then, smile fading into something more like curiousity. ] .. So which one of you are we stayin' with, anyway?
[ you know who you are. --and the feed ends. ]
and then, this transmission a few minutes later:
the video turns on to a view of a young man, probably no older than eleven or twelve, with bright blond curls and eyes the same colour as a summer noonday sky. he looks like he could be a young greek god, apollo (if only apollo had worn a tshirt, ripped jeans, and dirty, unlaced trainers), and even through the transmission, you can almost feel this boy's force of personality. in person, he's probably very, very hard to refuse.
he squints at the camera for several moments before his expression turns faintly disappointed. ]
An' here I was thinkin' me an' Dog'd been kidnapped to another world, an' it's only Canada. [ oh, and he's english. ] Still, I guess at least it's kind of int'restin', since there's s'posed to be monsters an' all.
[ to be honest, it's kind of hard focusing on that kind of thing-- adam knows, for instance, that there are Certain People here that probably shouldn't be, and well.. the extended family is just a little bit distracting.
still, after a moment, he offers a sunny smile. ] Hey! I'm Adam. [ pointedly. very pointedly. --that done, he swings the nv down to show a cheerful little mutt seated by his feet, one ear seemingly inside-out and a worn-out tennis ball held between his teeth. ] An' this is Dog. [ he turns the nv back up to his face, then, smile fading into something more like curiousity. ] .. So which one of you are we stayin' with, anyway?
[ you know who you are. --and the feed ends. ]