Alfred Ashford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twinsanity) wrote2014-02-26 07:33 pm
twinsanity) wrote2014-02-26 07:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *video,
- @bertholdt fubar,
- @hiyoko saionji,
- @jimmy two-shoes,
- @makoto naegi,
- @roxy lalonde,
- @sho minamimoto,
- @walter,
- also sabine,
- clearly it's story hour,
- for fuck's sake,
- he grew up in antarctica okay,
- no sense of irony,
- pride of the ashford family,
- really really roundabout questions,
- somebody make him stop talking,
- this never ends well,
- this sort of shit's always a good sign,
- welcome to the ashford dynasty,
- why this,
- why we can't have nice things
006. [Video]
[Alfred actually seems pretty calm over the video feed today - and it is Alfred today, as opposed to Alexia; it's overcast but it's warm enough, and he's currently settled under one of the trees in Ilex Forest. He's not looking at the camera, but rather his gaze is downcast, focused on the...thing he's got draped over his lap. No, it's not one of the Bloobers, but admittedly a three-eyed pink slug the size of a fairly large dog with a naturally-occurring Viking helmet isn't much better, because what in the good hell is having normal pets.
At least he's smiling, kinda. For once.]
So...
[And from that one word alone, we are clearly in for a bit of a story. Why? Because why not, that's why. Just let him pet his giant sea slug and talk for a while, okay, don't crush his dreams.]
Once upon a time in a faraway country - as so many of these stories tend to begin - there was a King who was noted for his benevolence and charity to all his subjects. He was loved by all who knew him, which was fortunate for him, really, as he was also naive and, while well-meaning, easily taken advantage of.
A short time into his rule, he took a bride; the Queen he chose - for reasons that were surely only known by him - was one who was notoriously cold and had a reputation for being nasty in personality, and was just generally difficult to get along with. The respect she commanded was gained through fear, not love; it seemed no one loved her but the King, in fact.
[He pauses for a moment, tipping his head a bit before going back to petting the slug.]
To his credit, he loved her completely.
[That's better, apparently.]
Now, the King had a tendency to take walks through the garden every morning at a precise time, such that he could have an hour or so to himself every day before seeing to his duties as the ruler of the country. Which is well and good...until one morning, when he didn't return.
He was found a short while later, lying dead in that garden he loved so much, a single arrow piercing his heart.
[...okay, judging by this pause here, either he's collecting himself or the damn thing literally ends there; let's have a moment and pray that he's seriously not - ]
...You know, I've never known it to have an ending outside of that; that's always how I've known the story to go.
I suppose that's why I've always liked it so much, really; the ending can be taken any number of ways, depending on how you feel that day.
[Goddamn it, Alfred.]
It's one of those weird stories where I don't know where it came from, though...I mean, I suppose my father had to have told me at some point, since I can't imagine the scientists telling me anything of the sort - but I've no idea where he got it, if that's the case. My sister and I both know a version of the same story put to music; I just don't remember hearing it.
[...]
Is that common, do you think? Having something that you've known for so long that you don't remember where it came from, and it's strange for you to try to imagine there being a time where you didn't know it...?
At least he's smiling, kinda. For once.]
So...
[And from that one word alone, we are clearly in for a bit of a story. Why? Because why not, that's why. Just let him pet his giant sea slug and talk for a while, okay, don't crush his dreams.]
Once upon a time in a faraway country - as so many of these stories tend to begin - there was a King who was noted for his benevolence and charity to all his subjects. He was loved by all who knew him, which was fortunate for him, really, as he was also naive and, while well-meaning, easily taken advantage of.
A short time into his rule, he took a bride; the Queen he chose - for reasons that were surely only known by him - was one who was notoriously cold and had a reputation for being nasty in personality, and was just generally difficult to get along with. The respect she commanded was gained through fear, not love; it seemed no one loved her but the King, in fact.
[He pauses for a moment, tipping his head a bit before going back to petting the slug.]
To his credit, he loved her completely.
[That's better, apparently.]
Now, the King had a tendency to take walks through the garden every morning at a precise time, such that he could have an hour or so to himself every day before seeing to his duties as the ruler of the country. Which is well and good...until one morning, when he didn't return.
He was found a short while later, lying dead in that garden he loved so much, a single arrow piercing his heart.
[...okay, judging by this pause here, either he's collecting himself or the damn thing literally ends there; let's have a moment and pray that he's seriously not - ]
...You know, I've never known it to have an ending outside of that; that's always how I've known the story to go.
I suppose that's why I've always liked it so much, really; the ending can be taken any number of ways, depending on how you feel that day.
[Goddamn it, Alfred.]
It's one of those weird stories where I don't know where it came from, though...I mean, I suppose my father had to have told me at some point, since I can't imagine the scientists telling me anything of the sort - but I've no idea where he got it, if that's the case. My sister and I both know a version of the same story put to music; I just don't remember hearing it.
[...]
Is that common, do you think? Having something that you've known for so long that you don't remember where it came from, and it's strange for you to try to imagine there being a time where you didn't know it...?
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Was it a pokemon based poison, or something else? [That was mostly idle curiosity, to be honest.]
Your body, did it stay in place? Or was it moved while you were dead? Did anyone actually see what happened? [If the body stayed put...well, he wasn't opposed to killing someone in order to watch what happened.]
For my own understanding, how did you kill the last one? Suffocation, for instance, takes much longer than people assume - ten to fifteen minutes after the target has ceased struggling to assure brain death instead of simply unconsciousness or damage.
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And what makes you think I'll give all my information out in one go, hmmm? I don't think I've even gotten your name.
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My name is Minamimoto Sho, it is written south, expert, orangutan. [He sketches the kanji in the air with one jet-black finger along with the words that they represent.] That is the Japanese order with my family name first.
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You're an interesting one, you know. My sister would like you.
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[Sometimes he goes off into screaming rants at the universe, dust specks, or unsuspecting walls.]
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Aren't we all.
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Hmmm. Bell is pretty much the same no matter what. Very stable, very calm. Just don't burn her clothing.
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I think that, in as much as either of us understands the concept, we are friends. We arrived together and, except for the time where I was back in my universe, have been together since.