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002. Sebastian Moran in: Colonel Moran's Jungle Adventure: Narrated by Sebastian Moran
[ Interesting thing about Sebastian Moran: he absolutely loves a good jungle. It doesn't matter what type, so long as it's interesting and He considers the Tranquility a jungle within itself, really, if jungles were composed of oddly mismatched architecture. The entire ship has offered him plenty of room to explore, though, and he's finally discovered the oxygen gardens.
He knows full well that there's not anything of the nasty, sharp-toothed, razor-clawed nature lurking in the gardens, but it's nice to be back in a familiar environment, so he's incredibly cheerful, whistling some semblance of a tune when the recording begins, his eyes scanning his surroundings beyond the view of the device. Suddenly, he stops his whistling and cracks a grin. ]
Damn. That'll be stuck up there all day now. [ He taps his temple. ] How far does all this go on, then? It doesn't seem nearly deep enough for my tastes.
[ Oh, another interesting thing about Sebastian Moran, by the way: he really loves to hear himself talk. Which means that for the next few minutes, the lot of you have to him narrate his own mini documentary. And his voice is not nearly as calming as Morgan Freeman's. ]
Maybe we'll catch a tiger, eh? [ He chuckles. ]
Damn near impossible to catch one of 'em by the toe and live to tell the tale, in case you ever wondered. They've got razor sharp claws that retract, five inches long on most of 'em. You'd probably be better off putting your head between their jaws and saving 'em the trouble of shredding you to bits.
[He continues on in this manner for five more minutes or so, rattling off strangely gorey facts about tigers and other beasties and jungles in the world's cockiest tone until--
The scheduled "rain" for the lower levels of the garden begins to fall heavily, instantly soaking him and mostly shutting him up beyond hushed swears as he fumbles to turn the device off. Thanks, Tranquility. ]
{OOC| I would like to apologize. Also, tags will come from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tigers because I changed his username yes good.}
He knows full well that there's not anything of the nasty, sharp-toothed, razor-clawed nature lurking in the gardens, but it's nice to be back in a familiar environment, so he's incredibly cheerful, whistling some semblance of a tune when the recording begins, his eyes scanning his surroundings beyond the view of the device. Suddenly, he stops his whistling and cracks a grin. ]
Damn. That'll be stuck up there all day now. [ He taps his temple. ] How far does all this go on, then? It doesn't seem nearly deep enough for my tastes.
[ Oh, another interesting thing about Sebastian Moran, by the way: he really loves to hear himself talk. Which means that for the next few minutes, the lot of you have to him narrate his own mini documentary. And his voice is not nearly as calming as Morgan Freeman's. ]
Maybe we'll catch a tiger, eh? [ He chuckles. ]
Damn near impossible to catch one of 'em by the toe and live to tell the tale, in case you ever wondered. They've got razor sharp claws that retract, five inches long on most of 'em. You'd probably be better off putting your head between their jaws and saving 'em the trouble of shredding you to bits.
[He continues on in this manner for five more minutes or so, rattling off strangely gorey facts about tigers and other beasties and jungles in the world's cockiest tone until--
The scheduled "rain" for the lower levels of the garden begins to fall heavily, instantly soaking him and mostly shutting him up beyond hushed swears as he fumbles to turn the device off. Thanks, Tranquility. ]
{OOC| I would like to apologize. Also, tags will come from
tigers because I changed his username yes good.}
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An enormous fan of tigers when I have the upper hand on them, the clever hellcats. Less of a fan of weather I can find every morning in London.
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So, you ... what, hunt tigers, then? [ actually sort of offended by this!! ] And you're not surprised by rain on a spaceship?
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We don't have spaceships in my time. Should I be surprised by rain inside of one?
voice;
Well, then I'd think this whole place should be a surprise. I've seen a forest on a spaceship before, but there were a lot worse things than tigers in them.
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voice; lol so meta don't even curr
voice; shhh meta forever it's fine
As for the tiger hunting, more of a hobby. [ The skills for which do transfer over nicely to his actual job. Imagine that. ]
voice;
[ OH, IF SHE ONLY KNEW. ] Hobby. Right. Can't say I see the appeal of hunting down innocent creatures, but since I'm wrong, what is it you do?
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[ jk sounds boring. ]
Like?
voice;
[ lol no he's not he's a glorified henchman. ]
Not filling out paperwork and balancing the ledgers, if that's what it sounds like. I was a soldier, and my work reflects that.
voice;
[ hey at least she's admitting it. and now it sounds suspicious, not boring. ]
A solider, then. Right. I should have guessed that since you've gone all Rambo.
voice;
Gone all what's-it?
voice;
[ not even going to bother explaining the reference. she's probably about a hundred years off. she tried. ]
Moving on. So, I wasn't far off when I asked if hunting was a job, was I?
voice;
You're in the right territory.
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Oh, I see. [ pauses, thinking. yep. he's a hitman. or whatever term they used back then. ] And how good of a shot would you say you are?
voice;
Or, if they do, they humor him. ]
The best shot on the Indian sub-continent, and that ain't just me blowing smoke. I've an unrivaled bag of tigers to show for it, and even the men who tried to boot me off can't deny it.
voice;
Right. Remind me never to make you angry.
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Certainly.