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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-04-09 02:39 am
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One failed cleaning attempt and a few action opportunities [17/??? artefacts collected]
[ Philip will be making extensive trips to the other side a few times and running into him along the way is entirely possible throughout the entire event.
It's also entirely possible to meet him at the party, although the festivity of his mood is questionable.
What you're seeing here however is an accidental video on the evening of the eighth of April.
Philip is wearing gloves and a surgical apron. After taking a deep breath he tentatively approaches his bed and starts tucking at the pillows, then at the sheets.
Tucking. Tucking. Pausing. Shuddering.
Tucking. Tucking. Tu-- Stepping back, cringing and throwing the apron and gloves on the bed with a frustrated sigh. ]
I... can't. It's not, I-- [ He groans and rubs his eyes. For a moment he stands still.
Then he moves towards the closet and fetches a sports bag.
The rest of the feed is spent packing up his personal items and a few other assorted goods.
If you are Daniel, Dean or Tim you will also receive the following text message a while later: ]
Moved to 18, 5th floor. Just wanted to let you know. - Philip
[[Fourth wall guest spectators most welcome~ ♥]]
It's also entirely possible to meet him at the party, although the festivity of his mood is questionable.
What you're seeing here however is an accidental video on the evening of the eighth of April.
Philip is wearing gloves and a surgical apron. After taking a deep breath he tentatively approaches his bed and starts tucking at the pillows, then at the sheets.
Tucking. Tucking. Pausing. Shuddering.
Tucking. Tucking. Tu-- Stepping back, cringing and throwing the apron and gloves on the bed with a frustrated sigh. ]
I... can't. It's not, I-- [ He groans and rubs his eyes. For a moment he stands still.
Then he moves towards the closet and fetches a sports bag.
The rest of the feed is spent packing up his personal items and a few other assorted goods.
If you are Daniel, Dean or Tim you will also receive the following text message a while later: ]
Moved to 18, 5th floor. Just wanted to let you know. - Philip
[[Fourth wall guest spectators most welcome~ ♥]]
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And if I do not?
[ Don't get him wrong, he's not taking his eyes off that gun. This is a pretty alarming situation. And yet he takes courage from the unsteadiness of Philip's aim, and his voice is strong and cold. ]
Will you murder me?
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...He would, at least if the gun was loaded. He would have done it before, but--
But obviously this is different this isn't murder, they are Mirrors, they are- they aren't even--
Philip cocks the gun.
It's as much as he can do to reply without showing any further cracks. Because 'Yes, I will murder you' is too much. ]
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While it's true that mirror Daniel is reasonably brave and doesn't have shitloads of pesky self-preservation instincts, it's important to remember that regular Daniel was the one who worked up the nerve to descend darkly into a castle that has made players burst into tears. There are kinds and kinds of bravery.
Mirror Daniel knows that he can't conduct an investigation with a bullet hole through him. ]
Very well.
[ He narrows his eyes. ]
This meeting has been illustrative, sir.
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As if you wouldn't!
[ Kill him. Murder him horribly as soon as he lets his guard down. No doubt about it.
And yet Philip regrets the words the moment they leave his lips.
He especially regrets that a question mark slips out somewhere along the way, because if he thought about this rationally (which he won't) then the ~evil and barbaric Mirrors~ he's encounter today have been... almost suspiciously reasonable. ]
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Daniel just... looks at Philip for a while, then sighs, the sound extremely disapproving. He can kind of guess what Philip's asking him to confirm. It's actually sort of interesting to hear the faint question there.
Then again, he doesn't really give a damn whether Philip thinks he's a devil or a saint, so he's not in a rush to answer the question directly. ]
If I said that I would, would it give you peace of mind?
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But whether or not that's the case... the gun is still in play here. ]
You will hear from me again, sir, [ he says as he turns to leave, still watching the gun cautiously. Except you won't, at least not this event, because this is backtagged wheeeee ]