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genessia2019-04-23 02:50 pm
halfdeimos_king) wrote in genessia2019-04-23 02:50 pm
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[Video; Backdated to early morning, Fri. April 19th] Part 3: Companionship
[The video begins in black - but only briefly. Because it's in a dog's mouth. Said dog puts the device down against something and walks away. The feed has a steady, daybreak view of Darc's home in Camp de Fae!: a large tent, plain but in good quality, and a fire pit for cooking. Leaning against a rock on the other side of the fire pit is Darc's armour - ]
[ - and oh boy, does it look good.]
[Somehow, the pieces of Darc's armour have been cleaned, given new straps, and polished. While not a mirror finish, it still looks brand new. You'd hardly be able to tell how well-worn it was before Darc looted it from a dead enemy in the first place.]
[Inside the tent, Darc is heard rustling around. His voice occasionally drifts out, saying something like "where is it?" With the network device in place, the dog - a healthy husky with mix white and grey fur - sits next to the armour and begins barking. The rustling in the tent stops, then Darc emerges, dressed save for his armour, of course.]
Firble? What are you up to? ...Is that my armour? [Darc approaches, brows knitted.] That's not a toy, Firble. You can't -
[The young king stops when he sees the condition of his armour. He picks up the right wrist piece, turning it over.] Did you...did you do this?
[The dog - Firble - barks happily.]
How..?
[Bork bork!]
[Darc breaks into a smile, a real, genuine smile that he hasn't shared with anyone in Genessia yet, and scritches Firble behind the ears.] You've cleaned my tent, my clothes, and now my armour...I don't know what kind of dogs lay eggs, but...I'm glad you're here. Thank you. You're a good dog.
[There's another thirty seconds of petting Firble and setting up the fire pit to make breakfast. Without his armour, some of his worst scars are visible. A few small scars run across the right side of his chest, while two criss-cross over the left. The most notable, however, are two gruesome, circular scars, one over each shoulder blade. Eventually, he notices the device. As he realizes it's recording, his eyes widen. He runs over and grabs it, cutting off the feed.]
[ - and oh boy, does it look good.]
[Somehow, the pieces of Darc's armour have been cleaned, given new straps, and polished. While not a mirror finish, it still looks brand new. You'd hardly be able to tell how well-worn it was before Darc looted it from a dead enemy in the first place.]
[Inside the tent, Darc is heard rustling around. His voice occasionally drifts out, saying something like "where is it?" With the network device in place, the dog - a healthy husky with mix white and grey fur - sits next to the armour and begins barking. The rustling in the tent stops, then Darc emerges, dressed save for his armour, of course.]
Firble? What are you up to? ...Is that my armour? [Darc approaches, brows knitted.] That's not a toy, Firble. You can't -
[The young king stops when he sees the condition of his armour. He picks up the right wrist piece, turning it over.] Did you...did you do this?
[The dog - Firble - barks happily.]
How..?
[Bork bork!]
[Darc breaks into a smile, a real, genuine smile that he hasn't shared with anyone in Genessia yet, and scritches Firble behind the ears.] You've cleaned my tent, my clothes, and now my armour...I don't know what kind of dogs lay eggs, but...I'm glad you're here. Thank you. You're a good dog.
[There's another thirty seconds of petting Firble and setting up the fire pit to make breakfast. Without his armour, some of his worst scars are visible. A few small scars run across the right side of his chest, while two criss-cross over the left. The most notable, however, are two gruesome, circular scars, one over each shoulder blade. Eventually, he notices the device. As he realizes it's recording, his eyes widen. He runs over and grabs it, cutting off the feed.]