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Scene One: Act Four [Video/Action]
May. 28th, 2012 08:45 pm[The camera opens to an absolutely furious Agnus, papers are being flung about in the office he has occupied. The look of abject fury on his face is nearly homicidal, people. In the hail of research papers, he eventually slams both gloved hands down on the desk he had left the Gear on and bellows in unbridled ire.]
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow! Raze out the written troubles of the brain!
[The noise that escapes him isn't so much a huff as an acidic, sardonic snarl of raging hate. Yeah, sure, he's quoting from a man begging to have something purged from his memory. Only, ironically as hell.]
And with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? BAH!
[Have a look into his eyes for a moment, Route. See that? They're almost entirely bloodshot. His face is a lovely shade of red, too. Like a beetroot.]
Where. Are. My. Notes?! I am missing three and a half d-d-d-d-d-d-...days!
[Hey, did you guys like that last snarl? Because here's another one, only louder. Agnus turns on his heels and growls audibly as he goes off. The camera remains on, but he's basically just throwing nearly everything about in rage as he looks for the missing days connected to those...bizarre dreams.
...were there really two ducks? Talking to him? It's nearly unbelievable....nearly. But, three whole days just...gone? No, that is not even remotely acceptable.]
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow! Raze out the written troubles of the brain!
[The noise that escapes him isn't so much a huff as an acidic, sardonic snarl of raging hate. Yeah, sure, he's quoting from a man begging to have something purged from his memory. Only, ironically as hell.]
And with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? BAH!
[Have a look into his eyes for a moment, Route. See that? They're almost entirely bloodshot. His face is a lovely shade of red, too. Like a beetroot.]
Where. Are. My. Notes?! I am missing three and a half d-d-d-d-d-d-...days!
[Hey, did you guys like that last snarl? Because here's another one, only louder. Agnus turns on his heels and growls audibly as he goes off. The camera remains on, but he's basically just throwing nearly everything about in rage as he looks for the missing days connected to those...bizarre dreams.
...were there really two ducks? Talking to him? It's nearly unbelievable....nearly. But, three whole days just...gone? No, that is not even remotely acceptable.]
