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KD201D | VOICE | 039 (evening)
[ KD201D | VOICE | 039 (evening story time for Levi Sr.) ]
[ Those currently at the airfield can find K holding his story time at the cooking fire pit during the evening's group meal that's prepared there daily, the warm glow of the fire against the encroaching dark creating a suitable ambience for his tale. There's plenty of comfortable seating available (numerous beach chairs, grass-packed makeshift cushions, beach towels, etc.) for anyone who might choose to stay and listen in-person. ]
Good evening, everyone. If you'll lend me your attention for the next half hour, I have a harrowing tale I'd like to share: A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe.
[ K begins narrating, his voice a pleasantly smooth baritone, his enunciation clear and precise: ]
"The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus." Joseph Glanville.
[ The transition into the story itself is marked by a short pause.
When speaking the dialogue, K makes an effort to do recognisably different, solemn voices for each person, and does his best to narrate the story in an engaging way. It will quickly become apparent he's had experience reading aloud — he has a natural sense for timing and pauses, when to take breaths (in a way that renders them inaudible over the walkie), has good diction, and correct pronunciation. He's hoping to provide a little topical entertainment for everyone. ]
We had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.
"Not long ago," said he at length, "and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened to mortal man — or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of — and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man — but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow. Do you know I can scarcely look over this little cliff without getting giddy?"
[ And K narrates the rest of the story. ]
"....I told them my story — they did not believe it. I now tell it to you — and I can scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the merry fishermen of Lofoden."
[ A final prolonged pause signifies the end of the story, before K speaks again in his regular voice. ]
That concludes my tale, A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe. I hope you enjoyed it. I could do this again sometime, if there's any interest.
Good night.
[ Those currently at the airfield can find K holding his story time at the cooking fire pit during the evening's group meal that's prepared there daily, the warm glow of the fire against the encroaching dark creating a suitable ambience for his tale. There's plenty of comfortable seating available (numerous beach chairs, grass-packed makeshift cushions, beach towels, etc.) for anyone who might choose to stay and listen in-person. ]
Good evening, everyone. If you'll lend me your attention for the next half hour, I have a harrowing tale I'd like to share: A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe.
[ K begins narrating, his voice a pleasantly smooth baritone, his enunciation clear and precise: ]
"The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus." Joseph Glanville.
[ The transition into the story itself is marked by a short pause.
When speaking the dialogue, K makes an effort to do recognisably different, solemn voices for each person, and does his best to narrate the story in an engaging way. It will quickly become apparent he's had experience reading aloud — he has a natural sense for timing and pauses, when to take breaths (in a way that renders them inaudible over the walkie), has good diction, and correct pronunciation. He's hoping to provide a little topical entertainment for everyone. ]
We had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.
"Not long ago," said he at length, "and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened to mortal man — or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of — and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man — but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow. Do you know I can scarcely look over this little cliff without getting giddy?"
[ And K narrates the rest of the story. ]
"....I told them my story — they did not believe it. I now tell it to you — and I can scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the merry fishermen of Lofoden."
[ A final prolonged pause signifies the end of the story, before K speaks again in his regular voice. ]
That concludes my tale, A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe. I hope you enjoyed it. I could do this again sometime, if there's any interest.
Good night.
LV464J | text
thank you.
do you have a lot of stories like this?
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I do know a lot of stories. Adventure, horror, mystery, science-"fiction", fantasy, you name it... What kind do you like?
[ Fiction in quotations marks because his own existence as an android is apparently considered science-fiction in many universes, despite being a reality in his. ]
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i like horror stories. other types are good too.
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And do you have any stories of your own?
[ He already knows Levi might be too shy to actually share them at this point, but... maybe if story time becomes a regular occurrence and others begin sharing their stories too, he might feel more comfortable joining in. ]
no subject
no. i don't have any.
[He doesn't remember any enough to recite them, and people didn't need to hear his war stories.]
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The City in the Sea is about a doomed city presided over by the personification of Death.
[ There's a crackle of static as K switches from text to audio, and recites: ]
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers and tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy Heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently—
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free—
Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls—
Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls—
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers—
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol’s diamond eye—
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass—
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea—
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave—there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide—
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow—
The hours are breathing faint and low—
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
no subject
thank you!
you can save them for later, though. two stories is a lot.
action;
[ He doesn't say anything, just listens. The story is a bit odd but mostly he follows, even as his mind wanders a little, thinking of the stories his comrades used to share around the campfire, of Erwin, reading from his big dusty books, of Hange, when they still babbled with unfettered excitement, of his squad joking around in the evening time, of Farlan and Isabel arguing after a particularly immersive scary story. ]
[ A few times, it might look like he's actually dozing off; but upon closer look, it's clear enough that his eyes are still open and alert, even as he stares up at the sky after K bids goodbye to his listeners. It'll take a few more moments, but he does finally speak. ]
You have a good voice for this.
[ He should absolutely do it again. ]
no subject
Edgar Allan Poe isn't for everyone, but he'd thought a frightening tale of the Norwegian sea might pique the interest of a few people. Senku, Squalo, and Dirk's rafting adventure had been a success, so it also served as a tribute of sorts to their bravery and survival.
When Levi speaks, K looks over in surprise, caught off guard by the compliment. ]
Thank you. [ And he's also clearly pleased, smiling to himself as he ducks his head and stirs the fire with a stick. ] Wouldn't mind hearing others' stories too. Or taking requests, if this becomes more of a regular thing. Kinda surprised I wasn't interrupted with any requests to get off the radio, to be honest.
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I'm not. Everyone probably needed something like that at this point.
[ And it's not like there was anything more important going on anyway. ]
Action (or rather Inaction)
...If falling asleep hasn't counteracted that. Maybe she shouldn't have made herself quite so comfy by the fire...]
<3
He'll carry her to bed a bit later, but for the time being, he leans over to press a kiss to her forehead and tucks her in with one of the blankets he'd laundered earlier. ]
ME000W; voice
[ The Cat hasn't been seen around the airfield in 9 days, but K might recognize his voice over the radio. ]
no subject
[ Between the voice and the callsign, he knows who this is. And it seems like a high compliment coming from a star god cat; K's quite happy about it. ]
Finally found your transceiver? I wondered where you wandered off to.
no subject
no subject
[ Having never actually seen the Cat's radio, he doesn't know whether it has the same dimensions as the rest of theirs. It's cute picturing him using a little cat-sized walkie-talkie, though. ]
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[ A simple answer for a simple question. He doesn't actually sound concerned about it at all. ]