01 - video;
[This video broadcast is brought to you by Shaky Cam™ because, really, whoever's handling the D-Terminal could really stand to buy a tripod. The image starts off with a lopsided view of the floor, then some sheets dangling over the edge of a bed before finally showing a teenage boy from behind, back bent and arms crossed. You'd swear he's prematurely grey with his silver hair.
The camera lingers on him for a few seconds, with some quiet mumbles from the camera 'mon in question before the boy looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes.]
Man, why do I even need to use this thing? Not like I've got anyone to talk to.
But you could! Um... if you want to, anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to make more friends?
[He shrugs, shifting to face the screen.]
But over some silly computer? If I really wanted to go out and meet people, I'd do it myself.
But what about all those questions you had, Rik--
[The Replica grimaces, pulling his eyes away from the Digimon. For a brief moment, the camera turns to reveal the face of a Kotemon and, while her mask hides her face in shadow, there's a sorry look in her eyes. When she speaks again, it's at a low whisper.]
Pst. I think there's something wrong with my partner because he's really grumpy and he's been saying all kinds of stuff about being fake and his name not really being his name. What's up with that? I know there's bunches of other Kotemon, and we all have the same name and face. Are people not supposed to be like that? I guess that makes sense, since most humans aren't Rikus. That'd be really strange!
[The Replica groans.] Okay, fine, you win. No need to start gossiping about me; I'll talk.
Wow! I didn't think that'd work! [But soon the D-Terminal's passed to its rightful owner, and the image finally stabilizes. Cue a close-up of one exasperated teen.]
You know, I must've missed the memo because last I checked, the dead don't come back that easily. Is that normal here? And this whole "Chosen Children" thing... have they ever gotten mixed up before?
[There, he asked some questions. Now it's just a matter of seeing if it was worth it.]
The camera lingers on him for a few seconds, with some quiet mumbles from the camera 'mon in question before the boy looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes.]
Man, why do I even need to use this thing? Not like I've got anyone to talk to.
But you could! Um... if you want to, anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to make more friends?
[He shrugs, shifting to face the screen.]
But over some silly computer? If I really wanted to go out and meet people, I'd do it myself.
But what about all those questions you had, Rik--
[The Replica grimaces, pulling his eyes away from the Digimon. For a brief moment, the camera turns to reveal the face of a Kotemon and, while her mask hides her face in shadow, there's a sorry look in her eyes. When she speaks again, it's at a low whisper.]
Pst. I think there's something wrong with my partner because he's really grumpy and he's been saying all kinds of stuff about being fake and his name not really being his name. What's up with that? I know there's bunches of other Kotemon, and we all have the same name and face. Are people not supposed to be like that? I guess that makes sense, since most humans aren't Rikus. That'd be really strange!
[The Replica groans.] Okay, fine, you win. No need to start gossiping about me; I'll talk.
Wow! I didn't think that'd work! [But soon the D-Terminal's passed to its rightful owner, and the image finally stabilizes. Cue a close-up of one exasperated teen.]
You know, I must've missed the memo because last I checked, the dead don't come back that easily. Is that normal here? And this whole "Chosen Children" thing... have they ever gotten mixed up before?
[There, he asked some questions. Now it's just a matter of seeing if it was worth it.]