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whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
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[ He's dreaming. He has to be.
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
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But the opportunity to wax lyrical about talismans takes precedence over freaking out. Besides, given the power he's packing, he's pretty sure he can take whatever the other man throws at him... hopefully. ]
You see this? [ He holds up a small octagonal rock with what appears to be a pig carved into it. ] This is a talisman. One of twelve. And my personal second favorite.
[ He helpfully illustrates why by squinting at the ground beneath him. One laser eye blast later, there's a lot less ground there. ]
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Also, wow, that sure is a hole in the ground. Kevin claps his hands together, looking rather happy with what he was seeing. Notably, he didn't even flinch when Valmont used laserbeam.]
Well, isn't that just something. You know, ever since I woke up here, in this strange, desert-less place, with my little buddy her. [He gestured softly to his Mawile, who was shyly poking out from behind her trainer's leg.] I'm just so... happy with everything I've been experiencing!
[He flashes a wide smile.] Hi there. Kevin, from Desert Bluff's community radio?
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Desert Bluffs? [ He tilts his head, eyes fading to their normal blue. ] I can't say I've heard of you. You wouldn't happen to be based in California? [ Though even if he is, it won't make Valmont any more likely to have heard of him. He doesn't listen to a lot of radio. ]
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[Kevin shrugged nonchalantly, taking a moment to adjust his bloodstained tie.] Oh, heavens no. We're more eastern than that. Although, Desert Bluffs doesn't tend to exist in just one place. It's also part of the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan area, connected to a town formerly known as Night Vale.
[More smiles.] But that's over now, all thanks to Strexcorp, which I am also a representative of.
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Strex...what? [ More things he's never heard of. ] What does your, er, company purport to do?
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[Kevin let out a slight gasp, looking almost shocked at the question.] I guess some people still need to be educated, and there's nothing wrong with that, of course.
Stexcorp Synernists Incorporated was founded in Desert Bluffs for the well-being of it's employees and everyone else! We are dedicated to the betterment of life through branding, social networking, and upbeat music, all while believing in a smiling god.
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A smiling god? Are you some sort of cult?