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animus_network2013-07-09 05:14 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in animus_network2013-07-09 05:14 pm
[Video, forward-dated to the afternoon of the 11th] One last part...
*Enoch is holding a sheet of paper - thin plastic, really - in front of him.*
This is what started this, I'm sure you've all seen them now and know what I mean.
*He lets out a breath and lowers the paper.* And if the red-collared brute somewhere behind me doesn't see fit to attack me for this just yet, I'd like to say something. An apology. To our current administrator, for the trouble this could cause on his undeserving watch, but most importantly, to all of you. To everyone who was here at the beginning of last month.
*There's a pause while he takes a breath, steeling himself and preparing for possible attack. When he speaks, he doesn't look up at the screen, playing with the sheet of plastic in his hands.*
...I've had over seventy names in my lifetime, and I've somehow found myself with yet another alias in this tower, and I'm certain all of you have seen it. I am one who would call himself Pandora.
It was never my intent to bring harm to anyone, but if not for that incident, we would not have been able to find this, it was hidden in the glamours. I am so, so sorry for everything...true enough to my newest name, the demons must be released before we can find hope...
*He looks up at the camera again.* So let us find it together. Let us all stand strong. There is no need to be an enemy...no need to be an opponent to anyone. Ruana is a danger to us all, here and at home. Above and below.
*He glances back for sign of his retrieval unit...and warily turns back to the camera, allowing his feet to rest after the efforts to put up all those pieces of paper.*
This is what started this, I'm sure you've all seen them now and know what I mean.
*He lets out a breath and lowers the paper.* And if the red-collared brute somewhere behind me doesn't see fit to attack me for this just yet, I'd like to say something. An apology. To our current administrator, for the trouble this could cause on his undeserving watch, but most importantly, to all of you. To everyone who was here at the beginning of last month.
*There's a pause while he takes a breath, steeling himself and preparing for possible attack. When he speaks, he doesn't look up at the screen, playing with the sheet of plastic in his hands.*
...I've had over seventy names in my lifetime, and I've somehow found myself with yet another alias in this tower, and I'm certain all of you have seen it. I am one who would call himself Pandora.
It was never my intent to bring harm to anyone, but if not for that incident, we would not have been able to find this, it was hidden in the glamours. I am so, so sorry for everything...true enough to my newest name, the demons must be released before we can find hope...
*He looks up at the camera again.* So let us find it together. Let us all stand strong. There is no need to be an enemy...no need to be an opponent to anyone. Ruana is a danger to us all, here and at home. Above and below.
*He glances back for sign of his retrieval unit...and warily turns back to the camera, allowing his feet to rest after the efforts to put up all those pieces of paper.*
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Just as Sephiroth dismissed him, Enoch does the same, and ignores the subject. He knows he's wasting his time there much as Sephiroth realizes the same for the inverse.*
Forced you to help us? Hardly.
Our intended outcome is simply to get us out of this "wretched condition", ideally with our worlds and souls intact. We don't know how we will do this, but we will take what opportunities we can, so we can learn what we can do to this end and how.
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You've forced me into having to work from a position in which I would rather not have been put in. This is hardly a position of strength, you understand. Not that I were ever in a strong position to begin with since they ripped me from my World.
[There is a long pause. Sephiroth doesn't like teamwork - he's always been at his strongest alone. He doesn't trust anyone but himself and besides, no one would accept his help anyway even if they did need him, and that's even if he felt it suited his own purposes to offer. Why is he even considering this? Putting himself on the same level as these self-righteous types.]
Come back to me when you have something solid, other than misguided hope and impossible dreams. And I may yet offer my assistance.
[He'll leave the terminal now, before he breaks the keyboard or something out of frustration.]