Abridging is not dead (Cecil, Britt)

8D... Well lets assume it's 8D. I mean he's wearing 8D cloths and mask and stuff while talking in 8D's color and with his voice, even has a name tag that says "Hello My Name Is 8D and I am a Clown Robot. It is very nice to meet you, I promise I am not one of them terrorists or anything I just needed a computer sense the one at my house is currently at the cleaners sense my little sister decided it needed to be more "homely" and her idea of homely is to bury it in the back yard. Frankly I didn't even know we had a back yard but here we are. I know I'm not a student but I'd really just like to use your computers for a bit if that's ok with you. Promise I won't look anything up that's to indecent! Thank you and God Bless,". Granted it was a rather long name tag that took up most of his chest but that was far besides the point. That point being that we can safely assume that the rather tallish clown sitting at one of the computers at Seven Star Vs The Forces Of Evil Academy was indeed the one known as Grins, or 8D. To those who don't know he kinda looks like this.

That said, it was more on what he was looking up that is the subject of this intro post for a thread that he isn't even in -Is that all I am to you all now? A joke? A Gag?! A GOOF?! Well I am happy to accept this new position and will expect my first check in the mail shortly- As 8D Scrolled through whatever thinly veiled facsimile of Youtube the world of Endymion had, he came across a channel with only one video... but it was the only video he needed. Hooking his Adventure Time headphones up to the computer, 8D smiled as he listened to the man on the other end show off his voice acting talents. Sure it sounded like he recorded his voice on a tin can tied to a string but it was the SOUL the HEART that 8D heard.

"Finally.... After so long, the reverb, the base, the tone, the cadence, the lexicon! The other things that voices have that I don't really know about cus I'm a clown and they don't typically have a lot of experience in stuff like that! It's all there." 8D laughed rather loudly probably drawing the attention of any PCs in the area."I have found my Shingen! DURARARARARARARARARARARARASPUTIN RUSSIA'S GREATEST LOVE MACHINE ABRIDGED SHALL LIVE!"

8D shot this virtuoso of voices a quick PM on the sites instant messager client...Yeah...Youtube used to have that, and I choose to believe that this fictional version of yourtub still does. The contents of the message boiled down to.

"Hey! Saw your video, liked, commented, and subscribbled, and just want you to know that I think you'd be perfect for the part of that one guy that looks eerily similar to my dad, also known as Shinjen, for my Durarara Abridged series! It's gunna be bigger then TFS, LK, EIEIO, ABC, and other acronyms! Hit me up if you want in! Ehehehe!"

"...w-w-what just happened?"
He wasn't sure what was stranger, that there had been a clown on one of the computers with an oversized nametag and a predilection for making enough noise to get him thrown out - Wait, how the hell did he get there in the first place?! - or that it was one of his videos that inspired the excessive and emphatic reactions in the first place that had not only drawn the attention of PCs, but damn well everyone else in the bloody vicinity.
Somewhat shell-shocked, he looked at the computer, still on the video with the messaging client open, and to his phone, where he found himself recipient of the message sent by...whoever the hell that was.

What on earth was he doing there?!

Making an altogether self-defeating effort to try and avoid any subsequent attention as everyone looked around, he creeped over to a pocket of space in the crowd where there weren't too many people around, and subsequently started to look between his phone and the computer as he tried to process the event.
"S-seriously? Because of my video...?"

Cecil's powers of observation could truly be startling sometimes.
Or get him startled, rather. Same difference.

He jumped away from the girl that had suddenly spoken up beside him, looking a little wild-eyed and confused. "W-when you get there? And ah, um, Iyaaghhhjkk..." He buried his face in his hand, frustrated and flustered by what was happening. ""Why, ah...why did you just come over and do that?"
Suddenly more aware of the device he's clutching in his hand, he quickly hits off the screen and slides it into his pocket.

The situation at hand had an eery similarity to ones he'd already become long accustomed to. Only this time, this couldn't even be blamed on the usual suspects. He'd drawn the attention of a curious eye with what he'd done, and now he was paying the price for it with any composure he had.
...ok, seriously, a chair?
This was...
There was no point denying it was his, and little in trying to deny the person beside him either. Something told him it was more trouble than it was worth.
Both from her, and Ankou.
...this was technically meant to be seen anyway, regardless of the fact that someone was viewing it was a massive blow to his nerves.

"...yes. It is." Grabbing another chair and resigning himself to his fate, he sits down, retrieves his phone and pulls up the video. "Just - just go ahead. Just please tell me you have earphones or something."

"What?! No!" It was a knee-jerk reaction, and while some part of him knew the comment wasn't serious in the slightest, the more significant part of him at that moment was off-kilter and easily provoked to such responses.
Visually embarrassed, even if he would never claim such was the case, he nodded meekly. "Yes...they're..." He groans. "Just please don't drag this out."

As far as Cecil was concerned, the video did not deserve the first reaction it received. It was a simple video redubbing another well known scene, and the quality of the recording was far from amazing.
It didn't actually sound like it would be too bad if the audio was recorded on something half-decent, though. Cecil's voice displayed a fair amount of range, adapting fairly well to fit whatever character or tone was intended. Not...amazingly well, but that could probably be smoothed out with practice.

...hold on, what?
Once more, Cecil found himself shocked by the way someone reacted to the video - perhaps even more so, because unlike last time, the viewer issuing such praise was not an utterly deranged clown.
"W-wait, what?" That...was about the second person to make the suggestion. "I mean, someone else brought the idea up before, but...seriously? I'm not that good it..." He runs his fingers through his hair as he looks away, scratching at the back of his head with an awkward smile on his face.

This was unreal. Actually crazy. "I-I, ah..." Cecil was finding himself struggling just with how to talk right now.
Words. How did they work?
He swallows, having a hard time meeting the girl's gaze. "I, ay, ah, um, aghjkk..." He groans and buries his face in his hands, before lifting it up once more and shaking his head. "I don't know if there even are courses. It's stuff I'd have to practice. Even then, actually getting into that sort of work isn't exactly easy. I've no idea where I'd even start."
Apart from, say, those videos, but even then they have to make them good and get the word out. People need to know you.

"A-A fanbase?" His brain was really starting to short circuit. The very idea that there would be a significant crowd of people that enjoyed the work that he and Kats did? That was nuts. That was aaabsooooluuuuute-ly nuts. "C-come on. How is anyone even supposed to find it? You only did because of..." He looks over to where that clown person was, the note that was on their chest laying on the ground nearby. "...whoever that was...I don't even know how they found it."