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fierce_deity) wrote2009-11-01 12:05 am
fierce_deity) wrote2009-11-01 12:05 am
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002 [Video] [Jigoku]
[The feed shows a man -- a very tall, very armored, very dangerous-looking man -- stretched out diagonally across the room's bed -- diagonally is the only way someone of his stature would even fit on the bed -- and appearing as if he is in a deep slumber. Next to him rests a large -- 'large' being an understatement; the weapon is nearly as long as he is tall -- twisted sword; his gauntleted hand rests lightly on the blade. Metal and leather creak slightly as his chest rises and falls, and are the only sounds the feed picks up. All else is quiet and still.]
[Then there is motion as the figure fluidly sits up; the smooth movement is almost at odds with his sheer size. One hand goes to his temple, and he shakes his head as if to clear away the remainder of a headache; the hand then traces down his tattooed cheek as if searching for something. He frowns and stands, crossing to a wall and running a hand carefully down the plaster.]
[After a few moments of careful inspection in which he has progressed from section of wall to window, he whirls suddenly, blade held ready: the stance of a warrior who has just sensed the approach of something. Blank eyes -- white on white on white -- scan the room, seeking the cause of the disturbance that interrupted his exploration.]
Show yourself!
[ooc: many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faroresson for writing setups through the dream event and beyond to let me transition the Fierce Deity into the apartments proper!]
[note to self: room 720. Because you will forget.]
[Then there is motion as the figure fluidly sits up; the smooth movement is almost at odds with his sheer size. One hand goes to his temple, and he shakes his head as if to clear away the remainder of a headache; the hand then traces down his tattooed cheek as if searching for something. He frowns and stands, crossing to a wall and running a hand carefully down the plaster.]
[After a few moments of careful inspection in which he has progressed from section of wall to window, he whirls suddenly, blade held ready: the stance of a warrior who has just sensed the approach of something. Blank eyes -- white on white on white -- scan the room, seeking the cause of the disturbance that interrupted his exploration.]
Show yourself!
[ooc: many thanks to
faroresson for writing setups through the dream event and beyond to let me transition the Fierce Deity into the apartments proper!][note to self: room 720. Because you will forget.]