Saionji Hiyoko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
konpeitoqueen) wrote2014-05-29 01:15 pm
konpeitoqueen) wrote2014-05-29 01:15 pm
❀ 4th Wall ❀ [Video/Action]
VIDEO
[The feed switches on with... complete darkness. Then, the screen fumbles, before most viewers realize there's sounds in the background. Sounds that may just be furious screeching.
That... doesn't sound good. Especially coming from Saionji. The camera is shifted violently again, before a Mawile's face pops up on screen. She looks distressed- is she broadcasting this as a call for help?]
Maw! Mawile! [To all those who understand, HELP I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, NO ONE DOES! Before anyone gets hypothesizing on what happened, the focus moves yet again. The screeching is much more apparent now, as Saionji's Mawile bravely marches towards the source of the problem.]
-REAL! How dare you...!
[Oh, look, it's Saionji. Except... wait, hold on, when did all her hair grow back? The Pokémon shifts the screen again, to reveal...
...oh god. There's two Saionjis. One with short hair and one with long hair still in twin tails. Well... at least it's an easy way to tell them apart!]
Are you sniffling? How pathetic! [For ease of reference, Route!Saionji = Orange text, and Strings!Saionji = Black text. Yes, that is indeed a Destiny Strings counterpart you have there, little Hiyo-chan.] WAAAH! Big Bro Kobayakawa, help meeee!
'Big Bro Kobayakawa' this, 'Big Bro Kobayakawa' that... how dare you take the pretense of me and act like such a weak tool! Where even is this person you're calling out for? You're all alone, bitch! He must've ditched you when he realized whatever master plan you were cooking up was going to fail... teehee!
[Wiping the tears away from her eyes, Strings!Saionji suddenly raised her head, straightening her back...] I'm not weak, you dumb faker...! If you're going to pretend to be me, at least get the hair right!
You have no right to-
Izumo-no-Okuni! Help me! [And at that moment, out of fucking nowhere, a woman that looks like someone straight out of an old Japanese artwork pops up. And Route!Saionji...]
What the hell kind of Pokémon is that?! [...is understandably confused. Mawile finally drops the camera.]
ACTION
[If you have the misfortune of being in the Goldenrod City area- not that your location really counts, seeing how all the routes are fucked to hell- you may experience this scene with your own eyes instead of through the screen. Godspeed.]
[[OOC: Video can only speak to Route!Saionji or Mawile, but through action you can speak to Strings!Saionji.]]
[The feed switches on with... complete darkness. Then, the screen fumbles, before most viewers realize there's sounds in the background. Sounds that may just be furious screeching.
That... doesn't sound good. Especially coming from Saionji. The camera is shifted violently again, before a Mawile's face pops up on screen. She looks distressed- is she broadcasting this as a call for help?]
Maw! Mawile! [To all those who understand, HELP I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, NO ONE DOES! Before anyone gets hypothesizing on what happened, the focus moves yet again. The screeching is much more apparent now, as Saionji's Mawile bravely marches towards the source of the problem.]
-REAL! How dare you...!
[Oh, look, it's Saionji. Except... wait, hold on, when did all her hair grow back? The Pokémon shifts the screen again, to reveal...
...oh god. There's two Saionjis. One with short hair and one with long hair still in twin tails. Well... at least it's an easy way to tell them apart!]
Are you sniffling? How pathetic! [For ease of reference, Route!Saionji = Orange text, and Strings!Saionji = Black text. Yes, that is indeed a Destiny Strings counterpart you have there, little Hiyo-chan.] WAAAH! Big Bro Kobayakawa, help meeee!
'Big Bro Kobayakawa' this, 'Big Bro Kobayakawa' that... how dare you take the pretense of me and act like such a weak tool! Where even is this person you're calling out for? You're all alone, bitch! He must've ditched you when he realized whatever master plan you were cooking up was going to fail... teehee!
[Wiping the tears away from her eyes, Strings!Saionji suddenly raised her head, straightening her back...] I'm not weak, you dumb faker...! If you're going to pretend to be me, at least get the hair right!
You have no right to-
Izumo-no-Okuni! Help me! [And at that moment, out of fucking nowhere, a woman that looks like someone straight out of an old Japanese artwork pops up. And Route!Saionji...]
What the hell kind of Pokémon is that?! [...is understandably confused. Mawile finally drops the camera.]
ACTION
[If you have the misfortune of being in the Goldenrod City area- not that your location really counts, seeing how all the routes are fucked to hell- you may experience this scene with your own eyes instead of through the screen. Godspeed.]
[[OOC: Video can only speak to Route!Saionji or Mawile, but through action you can speak to Strings!Saionji.]]
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[At this point, they're just passive-aggressively trying to piss each other off. It's hilarious.]
'Weird'... 'crazy', 'barrier', 'usual', I'm already used to all those! Just tell me as much as you know about what's going on. Even if that's basically it- how is it weird, firstly?
[Missy is better than Hiyo-chan, at least. Degrading, but better.]
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Well, from what I remember, seems like every few months or so, people get to do things they could do before coming here, or new folks start poppin' up outta the woodwork only ta disappear after it's all over... that sorta thing.
Considerin' yer hair is still long as ever, I'd say you're the latter.
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It's a period of awkward silence when she chews, but after a moment-] So, why would any universe version of me cut her hair?
[Route!Saionji stares, and... raises her right hand, middle finger sticking out.
This place may have made her a bit bolder.] Wha- excuse me?! How crude!
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[He doesn't even look behind him to see what she's doing. Lightning obediently bops her on the nose. You heard the man, stop that.]
Let's just say that at some point, a few things were on fire. [Lookit him, being the gentleman and not spilling the whole truth.]