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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.
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. ]
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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. ]