[006 Formulae] [Audio]
May. 23rd, 2009 07:49 am[There's a fizzle of static that resolves into the clamoring crowd and the tinny, slightly off-key song of a carousel. Then, a booming voice drowns it all out.]
Come one, come all, see the amazing soulless body! We traveled across the plains of Africa to find this rare specimen and imprisoned him in this armor!
What? That's not true at all! I don't even know where Africa is!
Hear him talk, folks? I promise you, that's no trick. Look!
[There's a wrenching sound of metal.]
Absolutely nothing inside!
Hey, give me my head back! You big jerk!
Go ahead, kids, pass it around. Parents, see how there are absolutely no wires or microphones! This is the real deal, a talking suit of armor! Just don't touch the blood seal; that's how we contain the captive soul.
[Hear the requisite "oooh... ahhhh" from the crowd.]
I'll say it again, folks, absolutely nothing inside! How did this miraculous wonder come to be? Well, as you can hear, the owner of this soul was just a ten-year-old boy when he was viciously murdered by his beloved older brother.
That's a lie!!!
But his soul was too strong to give up entirely! It escaped as he lay bleeding, before his heart stopped completely, and picked up its old life exactly where it left off! That's right; we found this little lad living in a house where he performed all his chores invisibly, he cooked, he cleaned, why, he did it all! And without even a lick of thanks from his evil big brother!
That's not true! It was nothing like that!
Now, remember, folks, he's not a ghost because he never died! He's a disembodied soul! Tell all your friends! Our next show is at three-thirty.
[There's more cheering, and the ring of coins being tossed into a metal bucket of some kind -- what could it be? Soon, it all fades back to the eerie music, and the static.]
[OOC: The carnival, or Al's worst nightmare? You decide. In case it wasn't obvious, The Carney, Al.
Come one, come all, see the amazing soulless body! We traveled across the plains of Africa to find this rare specimen and imprisoned him in this armor!
What? That's not true at all! I don't even know where Africa is!
Hear him talk, folks? I promise you, that's no trick. Look!
[There's a wrenching sound of metal.]
Absolutely nothing inside!
Hey, give me my head back! You big jerk!
Go ahead, kids, pass it around. Parents, see how there are absolutely no wires or microphones! This is the real deal, a talking suit of armor! Just don't touch the blood seal; that's how we contain the captive soul.
[Hear the requisite "oooh... ahhhh" from the crowd.]
I'll say it again, folks, absolutely nothing inside! How did this miraculous wonder come to be? Well, as you can hear, the owner of this soul was just a ten-year-old boy when he was viciously murdered by his beloved older brother.
That's a lie!!!
But his soul was too strong to give up entirely! It escaped as he lay bleeding, before his heart stopped completely, and picked up its old life exactly where it left off! That's right; we found this little lad living in a house where he performed all his chores invisibly, he cooked, he cleaned, why, he did it all! And without even a lick of thanks from his evil big brother!
That's not true! It was nothing like that!
Now, remember, folks, he's not a ghost because he never died! He's a disembodied soul! Tell all your friends! Our next show is at three-thirty.
[There's more cheering, and the ring of coins being tossed into a metal bucket of some kind -- what could it be? Soon, it all fades back to the eerie music, and the static.]
[OOC: The carnival, or Al's worst nightmare? You decide. In case it wasn't obvious, The Carney, Al.