gaearage: (There's nothing there to fear)
[ ... There is a long, quiet moment, before he sighs. He swallows, then notices that he SFC appears to be on. Figuring he ought to say something, he speaks. When he does, his voice is somber and his words are heavy, but lined with a sort of expectant experience and cynicism. ]

... The choices we make define who we are. But the choices we don't make, the things we don't say, the things we avoid with every fiber of our being... they define us even more.

[ From the screen, the room is dark. All that can be made is the outline of glowing markings; symmetrical tattoos, belonging to the voice broadcasting. He has his head in his knees, and he really can't be seen. The room is dark. He seems to be aware of the broadcast, but probably is too upset at this point to really care. ]

I failed again. What's the point if our choices lead us all to the same end? As long as we're stuck here... we can never make our own choices.

[ His voice wavers slightly, as if... afraid, almost. ] I don't want to go back to... that.

[ Without him looking up or even moving, the feed turns off. ]
gaearage: (... Uh.)
[ The video feed turns on, and it shows a glowing teenager with a bunch of tattoos and yellow eyes. There's a weird pattern of green around the tattoos; that's what's making them glow. He's not wearing a shirt, either. He's quiet for a minute before he works up the courage to speak. Old habits die hard. ]

... Seems like people are acting kind of out of character lately. Is that part of this 'curse' thing?

[ A long pause. Ahh, how should he say this? It feels so awkward. ]

So I was wondering... I know we have a lot of humans here. But how many of you aren't, or know someone who isn't? Not just non-humans, I'm thinking about other creatures or races, too. Whenever I talk to people, I keep hearing how surprised they are by the fact I'm a 'demon'... and that also has me wondering just how many of you know about demons in your worlds.

Call me curious, but I'd like to know the legends and stuff, or whether they're real. I never paid much attention to history or anything in school before, so I think it might be interesting to learn now. [ He hopes he's not stepping on any toes here. Naoki takes a long moment to consider his words, hoping whatever this curse is doesn't affect him. ] ... I hope no one minds me asking, I'm just curious, I guess.

And uh... I guess I hope everyone's alright? This curse thing is supposed to only last a week, right?

[ An awkward pause, and then the feed cuts. ]
gaearage: (I'm trying)
[ The feed clicks on to a glowing teenager. Obviously since he's just in his apartment, he's not bothering to wear a shirt. So the tattoos and whatnot and the horn is pretty obvious. He looks... pensive. After a moment though, he smiles calmly, somewhat forced. ]

Prison is paradise to the damned. )

[ Another pause. ] I'm... glad that... we've managed to bring the dead here back to normal, regarding the ship. I think... I could get used to peace.

[ A thoughtful pause eyes closed; perhaps even in a serene manner, and then--click! ]
gaearage: (...!!)
[ The video feed switches on. From it, you can see there is a teenager with odd tattoos and green glowing lines following them. The room is only partially lit, so seeing his glowing markings isn't hard. He also has yellow eyes and a long, black horn on his neck. Carefully pausing to eye his dresser, he takes something out.

And stares down at it.

He... seems to have a shirt. Naoki pauses once more, thinking about it. It looks like he hasn't been wearing one much, but after finally cleaning up and realizing he could eat, he'd figured out that yes, he can finally wear real clothes again. Vatheon was practically paradise, really. ]


... A-ah...

[ He... he got it... stuck.

Around his arms and neck.

There is a long pause as he fights with the shirt and it remains stuck on his upper body, mostly because he forgot there was a horn on his neck. ... Whoops. After some struggling and fumbling, the SFC tumbles to the ground off his bed to show him (the shirt still half on) on the floor, flailing a little.

And then the feed cuts. ]

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