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animus_network2012-07-31 08:48 pm
oforder) wrote in animus_network2012-07-31 08:48 pm
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Ω → one [video]
[ Guess who has already settled well into his apartment? Wilhelm has set himself up into a nice little corner, with a desk, a small phonograph playing some rather old music, and a strange, golden disc, complete with two rotating circles similar to a sextant, and a green, translucent cube made of energy. ]
What a fascinating world this is.
[ Wilhelm muses, though his face isn't quite in the camera; just the left half of his body, and the bottom part of his chin visible as he rests it in his palm. One of the circles of the Compass is rotating madly, while the other is only slowly turning. ]
The collective unconscious has become difficult to read. I find it difficult to believe that my world was destroyed, but the collective unconscious has never been this uncooperative before.
[ Despite the fact that he's been ripped out of his own world and into one entirely unfamiliar to him, he seems... calm. Perhaps even content. The truth is, he's feeling absolutely devastated right now, due to him knowing that somehow, he might have failed at his mission. Only one person here will be able to tell, though; and it's the only person here mentally connected to him that can tell his true emotions beneath the pokerface. ]
Might I ask what became of my own world? Or how it met its fate?
What a fascinating world this is.
[ Wilhelm muses, though his face isn't quite in the camera; just the left half of his body, and the bottom part of his chin visible as he rests it in his palm. One of the circles of the Compass is rotating madly, while the other is only slowly turning. ]
The collective unconscious has become difficult to read. I find it difficult to believe that my world was destroyed, but the collective unconscious has never been this uncooperative before.
[ Despite the fact that he's been ripped out of his own world and into one entirely unfamiliar to him, he seems... calm. Perhaps even content. The truth is, he's feeling absolutely devastated right now, due to him knowing that somehow, he might have failed at his mission. Only one person here will be able to tell, though; and it's the only person here mentally connected to him that can tell his true emotions beneath the pokerface. ]
Might I ask what became of my own world? Or how it met its fate?
video; /hug
[ That's news to him. ]
What kind of file?
video;
FILE TRANSFER: FAQ.doc
video;
[ He... looks more interested than worried. ]
video;
Nigredo pauses. He likely shouldn't ask. It's probably not for him to know. He's not even sure he wants to know. But that nervous curiosity gets the better of him.]
Mr. Wilhelm, may I ask a question? [Ever the polite one.]
video;
[ ... Yeah, that wasn't cryptic at all. ]
video;
If you know me... could you... [How to put this?] My brothers. Would you know anything about Albedo, at least?
[Nigredo tries not to fidget, but he ends up wringing his hands a little bit. He doesn't want to ask about Rubedo. Naturally, it's a touchy subject.]
A man, Allen Ridgeley. He's from our world. I think. He said he knew Albedo...
video;
[ And he was... you know... brought back from the dead as a Testament. ]