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video | un: falcogrice
[ on the feed and fixing the device's angle from his lap to hold just a half an arm's length in front of him is a young boy, definitely no more than twelve, with expressive, too-tender doe eyes and a certain amount of calm as he preps to speak. he's also incredibly tiny for the furs draped over his shoulders, now falling into a slant as he brings a hand up to give a little wave. for the most part, he tries for a smile, but the only thing his lips really feel like doing is subtly curving in one direction before he can't bring them to go all the way. the sorry excuse for a smile gets masked by pressing his lips quickly together in an awkward rush. talking to a camera to record these things is always weirder than text, or speaking to people in person. ]
Um, Hi. I'm Falco, and I woke up a few days ago. It's nice to meet everyone. I have a few questions? Not about The Trench, I think I'm all caught up with what's happening. [ at least close to what everyone else seems to know, by asking around, network snooping— it's no wonder that he's spent a few days just to let the information ruminate in his head and settle in. by staring at the ceiling.
either way, he clears his throat! ]
I know some Sleepers might have been in Deerington— but does anyone remember being to other places that aren't your home? Like, different worlds. Specifically South Sister, or California. Or the year 854, if that's familiar? The second thing is . . .
[ falco doesn't say anything and instead, signs: anyone understand? ]
Just curious. [ since if everyone can understand languages . . . ] And, for last. I'm looking for priests that don't use blood for their rituals. For, ah— Exorcism rituals. [ and after an inhale as if he was about to say something more, like an explanation, he shuts up and holds his breath. instead, he starts to scribble something down on spare notebook paper, ] —I can't talk about it if everyone is listening, but if someone can help— [ and then holds up the paper, showing what he's drawn: two "S" marks, put back to back. ] I'll let you know.
[ he supposes that's it, and nods— or more like bows his head. he's beyond polite and respectable as he says: ]
Thank you for watching, and stay safe.
Um, Hi. I'm Falco, and I woke up a few days ago. It's nice to meet everyone. I have a few questions? Not about The Trench, I think I'm all caught up with what's happening. [ at least close to what everyone else seems to know, by asking around, network snooping— it's no wonder that he's spent a few days just to let the information ruminate in his head and settle in. by staring at the ceiling.
either way, he clears his throat! ]
I know some Sleepers might have been in Deerington— but does anyone remember being to other places that aren't your home? Like, different worlds. Specifically South Sister, or California. Or the year 854, if that's familiar? The second thing is . . .
[ falco doesn't say anything and instead, signs: anyone understand? ]
Just curious. [ since if everyone can understand languages . . . ] And, for last. I'm looking for priests that don't use blood for their rituals. For, ah— Exorcism rituals. [ and after an inhale as if he was about to say something more, like an explanation, he shuts up and holds his breath. instead, he starts to scribble something down on spare notebook paper, ] —I can't talk about it if everyone is listening, but if someone can help— [ and then holds up the paper, showing what he's drawn: two "S" marks, put back to back. ] I'll let you know.
[ he supposes that's it, and nods— or more like bows his head. he's beyond polite and respectable as he says: ]
Thank you for watching, and stay safe.
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Giant dome fell over the city and blocked out the outside world, that part was cool.
One time everything just went white all over the place and we had to paint the city back the way it was supposed to go.
Plus time travel and journeys through different layers of reality.
You know, regular everyday weird stuff.
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Worst anime I've ever lived.
Never knew whether it wanted to be slice of life, psychological horror, body horror, comedy, drama...
Would love to read the manga one day to see where it all fell apart.
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You still lived all of that, anyway. I'm sorry.
Did it get better?
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With blood, sweat, and steel. And a little help from my friends.
Can't just sit there and let things happen, even if it's just something simple, like... getting a job, or starting a band.
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he wants that so dearly. ]
We just need to keep moving forward.
[ wise words spoken from a man too obsessed with freedom. ]
I’m glad it worked out for you. And that it can work.
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[keep moving forward. sounds familiar in a way that she appreciates. maybe that's a lesson the city was trying to teach her; as long as someone lives on in memory, they're never really gone. or maybe she's grasping. either way.]
It just takes you getting fed up with being someone who lets the world happen to them.
Doesn't matter how you hit that breaking point.
Maybe it's righteous fury at injustice. Maybe it's an inner fire sparking to life.
Maybe it's a hot girl (or a hot dude, I don't know your life) telling you that they won't like you if you're such a sad sack the whole time.
But once you realize you're not gonna sit around and take it anymore?
That's when things start to get better.
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Her name's Gabi and I'm still going to marry her.
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Keep going for Gabi.
You're gonna get back home and wife the shit out of her.
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I think I have to wait a few years, though. Maybe six.
[ yeah, married at eighteen isn't so bad for a late 19th-century boy like him! and, uh, live past twenty-five, which he won't (at this current rate), but a boy could dream. and it is that dream that keeps him going even knowing he technically wouldn't live long. that gives him seven long years of a happy ass marriage! ]
Do you have someone to go back home to?
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[she takes the time to very pointedly not answer his question, and instead focus on something that's easier for her to joke about.]
Wait, are you like actually twelve?
'Cause I swear I have this aura that just draws kids to me. Big mom energy, or whatever.
I thought you just looked young. Shit, dude, I can't start watching my language around more of you guys.
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Yeah, I'm twelve. But it's okay, language doesn't bother me. It used to for a while when I was in California, but not because of the words.
[ "are you a mom?" is right there, out of innocence, but he backspaces completely. after the first skip, let's not take any chances. ]
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Last kid I talked to was fine with it, too, but I never wanna be a force for evil.
And as we all know, the worst evil in the world is swearing.
Well, that and taxes. Both things that nobody should do until they hit 18, except one of them is way cooler if you do them early.
[everything. is fine. it's too early in the day for anna to lament about how lonely she is and how there's nobody left for her at home who remembers her, especially to a kid.]
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Whether they're also cool or if they're a huge narc.
But the point that you gotta know is that I am being COMPLETELY sarcastic right now.
This is because I'm one of those incredibly cool people.
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This is like slang!
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Oh man, you're from 854, you probably wouldn't even have slang.
I mean, I guess you do? It's just weird and incomprehensible to me.
All right, anything anyone's said around here that you don't know what they meant? I can probably clarify.
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[ that’s 1960s slang. he was stuck in 1961 for four months. ]
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It's for bald people.
You know, 'cause their heads are shiny.
Or you could use it to describe something you definitely shouldn't be running into around here, if you're, like, real creative with it.
Or real messed up.
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Is it rude to say?
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But I still wouldn't go around saying it to anyone.
Never know what anyone else is going through, or whatever. Could be sensitive about it.
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What can I call you?
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You can call me Anna.
Remind me to pick your brain sometime about how South Sister worked.
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