MIRROR PREFECT RIDES
Aug. 18th, 2011 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buywithme[Video in motion! Prefect is roaming the halls as he makes this post, filming the corridors ahead of him as he paces through them. His voice is breathless and happy, excited.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
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Date: 2011-08-20 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-20 02:01 am (UTC)Tell me, can moral fiber be used for bandages?
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Date: 2011-08-20 02:52 am (UTC)I remember you as who you were. That person is a casualty of this war, and you are the monster who made him a martyr.
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:23 am (UTC)You know what would save them, Arthas? You know what would save all of them?
Graduation.
That's all.
That's the finish line.
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:27 am (UTC)You have no idea. You're a puppet of your own disease and you want to spread it.
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:33 am (UTC)I want to save you. I want you to save yourself! You can talk about the Light and your faith and all the ideals you remember, but inmates are still getting beaten, and wardens still think they're untouchable...
...But they're not. Not from me. Not anymore.
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Date: 2011-08-20 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-20 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-20 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-20 04:59 pm (UTC)Think about this, Arthas: If I can get Barron to graduate? And he becomes a warden, and the Admiral gives him his full powers back?
In one day he'll be able to do more to this place than you've done in all your months of useless resistance.
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:25 am (UTC)