001 ☁ video; december 7th
[For a second or two, Guo Jia regards the screen levelly. His bearing then shifts into one far more casual, and when he speaks his tone is deceptively light.]
Prepare for the rain, so not a single drop shall leak through: I give care to all things, on Lord Cao Cao's behalf.
Yet this... this was not a raindrop, but rather a flash flood. How swiftly it came upon me, unforeseen! Now that I've been forcibly swept far from where I am meant to be, what care can I give?
My task passes into the hands of my shixiong.
Hoo.
[He smiles, shallow and breezy.]
What an impressive display, though. Who would have thought that such extraordinary powers existed? With the promise of much more to come, no less!
[He lifts a hand to his face, cupping his chin in a habitual gesture. A trace of irritation colours his voice.]
Don't misunderstand me: I'm angry that I was abducted from my post at such a crucial time. [He briefly taps his finger against his lips, and the annoyance in his tone dissipates.] However, I also hate inefficiency, so I've decided to contribute to this war effort for the time being.
[A moment's pause, then:]
I do have one request to make. I'd like to speak with someone taken from a less technologically advanced land, so long as they have lived here in Death City for a reasonable stretch of time. Say, at least a month? Long enough to have settled in fairly well.
Surely that is not much to ask.
Prepare for the rain, so not a single drop shall leak through: I give care to all things, on Lord Cao Cao's behalf.
Yet this... this was not a raindrop, but rather a flash flood. How swiftly it came upon me, unforeseen! Now that I've been forcibly swept far from where I am meant to be, what care can I give?
My task passes into the hands of my shixiong.
Hoo.
[He smiles, shallow and breezy.]
What an impressive display, though. Who would have thought that such extraordinary powers existed? With the promise of much more to come, no less!
[He lifts a hand to his face, cupping his chin in a habitual gesture. A trace of irritation colours his voice.]
Don't misunderstand me: I'm angry that I was abducted from my post at such a crucial time. [He briefly taps his finger against his lips, and the annoyance in his tone dissipates.] However, I also hate inefficiency, so I've decided to contribute to this war effort for the time being.
[A moment's pause, then:]
I do have one request to make. I'd like to speak with someone taken from a less technologically advanced land, so long as they have lived here in Death City for a reasonable stretch of time. Say, at least a month? Long enough to have settled in fairly well.
Surely that is not much to ask.