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animus_network2012-05-09 01:52 am
imperialsun) wrote in animus_network2012-05-09 01:52 am
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[Video]
[The nightmares that had plagued him the last few days seemed to have stopped. His Persona powers had returned as well. This did make him more eager to fix his sword that was still in pieces, and unable to wield it himself, he turned to the tower for help.
The only problem, then, was understanding this complicated computer system. He could understand it in due time, of course, after all he went into programming for a reason, but he also came from 1996, an age where the internet was still unused to such a degree of the future his new friends talked to him about. Even just pressing the right buttons seemed like a new experience. He tilted his head, stroking his chin. What were all these HTML codes? Added in new versions? Did he really need to pick a color for the text he was writing? Well, when in Rome..or in the Tower...he didn't notice that he had accidentally turned on the video, however. Behold, a teenager, typing.]
Good evening.
My name is Naoya Toudou. If you find this hard to pronounce, a few American friends have nicknamed me 'Neo'.
It seems those of us who sponsored those stuck in the maze were struck with a series of nightmares. I was one of those affected. Moreover, those in the maze were inflicted with terrible punishments.
This Tower is trying to toy with us. Do not let it win.
I also have a request. I have a sword from my World, and would like to know if anyone is skilled enough to repair it. Thank you.
[If you continued to watch, you might realize that the video went on for a few minutes more, as he moved to his bed, maliciously putting in the proper clips for his gun before cranking it and turning on the safety mode. It was only when that time was up did he return, and realizing what he had done, stuck out his lips in mild annoyance, closing it.]
The only problem, then, was understanding this complicated computer system. He could understand it in due time, of course, after all he went into programming for a reason, but he also came from 1996, an age where the internet was still unused to such a degree of the future his new friends talked to him about. Even just pressing the right buttons seemed like a new experience. He tilted his head, stroking his chin. What were all these HTML codes? Added in new versions? Did he really need to pick a color for the text he was writing? Well, when in Rome..or in the Tower...he didn't notice that he had accidentally turned on the video, however. Behold, a teenager, typing.]
Good evening.
My name is Naoya Toudou. If you find this hard to pronounce, a few American friends have nicknamed me 'Neo'.
It seems those of us who sponsored those stuck in the maze were struck with a series of nightmares. I was one of those affected. Moreover, those in the maze were inflicted with terrible punishments.
This Tower is trying to toy with us. Do not let it win.
I also have a request. I have a sword from my World, and would like to know if anyone is skilled enough to repair it. Thank you.
[If you continued to watch, you might realize that the video went on for a few minutes more, as he moved to his bed, maliciously putting in the proper clips for his gun before cranking it and turning on the safety mode. It was only when that time was up did he return, and realizing what he had done, stuck out his lips in mild annoyance, closing it.]
[voice]
[Can you hear the confidence from him. It's not condescending either. It's just hope in it's purest form.]
[voice]
It isn't in the nature of a great many. We shall see how your resolve holds up, Naoya Toudou.
[voice]
[voice]
Disappointing me, however, should be the least of your worries.
[voice]
[This is the voice of a guy who had plenty of occasions to give up in the face of death and stuck to his guns anyway.
...or sub-machine gun. Technically.]
[voice]
[...submachine guns are cool.]
Re: [voice]
My friends say that of me as well.
[voice]
[So weiiiiiird.]
[voice]
[Also if you saw his friend, you would understand.]
[voice]
[To be fair, she probably wouldn't think they were that weird- just look at Strega.]
[voice]
[voice]
[voice]
No. But weird is pretty fitting. What about you, Chidori?
[voice]
What about me?
[voice]
[voice]
[voice]
[He sounds confused.]
No one's ever given you a one-word description?
[voice]
I usually hear 'weird' or 'creepy'- though usually only when people think I can't hear.
[voice]
[He knows his weird.]
People like to whisper a lot of things when they think they can be heard. I can't stand that.
[voice]
[Even though even she thinks she sounds a little creepy sometimes.]
It's unavoidable, when it comes to people.
: [voice]
That's why I don't do it! Lead by example!
[voice]
A wise decision, even if others may not always follow suit.
[voice]
...now I remember! I have heard your voice before. You were in the maze.
[voice]
There's a long pause after his latter statement though, and suspiciously, she replies-]
...you have a very good memory.