http://nethi-cite.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nethi-cite.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] mooglenet_backup2010-02-25 03:21 pm

The Return of The Madman[ accidental video post ]

[Accidentally turning on the sky phone once he brushed up against a nearby branch, the first thing anyone sees is just the darkness of his coat pocket. During the entire time of this static filled audio, a faint beep emanates from the sky phone.]

There is a boundless source of energy sitting right beneath my fingertips! Why haven’t I been alerted to such bounty before? Surely, someone must have known about the fascinating power that lies beneath the Iifa Tree’s core.

[A beeping of his sky phone finally captures the doctor’s attention and he reaches to pry it out. Smirking into the camera of the phone, Dr. Cidolfus points the camera away from him and over towards the glittering green liquid-like glow before him.]

It’s as powerful as the Mist lingers within the Four Jagds. Although, it seems quite different from anything I’ve studied before. This power…what is it?

[Something starts to glow within his right pocket of his coat. Catching the eerie glow from the corner of his eye, the doctor sets down the sky phone for a moment as he pries out a chuck of nethicite out.]

What is it? That light, it thirsts for this power!

[Raising the nethicite towards the turquoise glow of the Lifestream, the rock begins to shine even brighter once it began to siphon the magical energy before it. Drinking it’s power to its full, the nethicite actually floats from Cidolfus’ hands, hovering high above this endless mystical ocean of greens and blues.]

…This power, is it native to Gaia?

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[identity profile] xbalthierx.livejournal.com 2010-02-27 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He is SO glad this isn't video, because this has brought him close to tears and he hasn't cried since he was sixteen and refuses to start now.]

This is how we are, Cid. How we have been for almost a decade. We bicker and we play spiteful games. We fight until one of us retreats and repeat it all only moments later.

I had tried to shed my ties to you, and for six years I was free of both name and title. No longer was I the 'prodigal son', but a man in my own right. Yet that does not overshadow what caused me to get the courage to leave in the first place. The very fact that you were...

...that you were cruel, father.