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iatheia · 5 years

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Der Tod Comparison, part 2

Continuation from the Part 1

These are just my own personal initial impressions of each actor playing this role and their interpretation.

At this point, it is almost all of them, no matter how obscure. Counting together with part 1, there are 48 in total. There are a few others that are missing from this list, but try as I might, I was unable find any recordings of them. If anyone knows of any footage with any other Tods, and would be willing to help me find it, I would be forever in your debt. Also, Toho, please release recording with Furukawa, this is killing me.

Masaaki Uchino - an eldritch abomination, somehow masquerading in a human form. Lots of poorly hidden tentacles. The angels are not merely creatures under his control, they are part of him.

Takeda Shinji - He is a pan who is just down to fuck. A magnificent and fabulous diva, and don’t you forget it. Life? Death? He doesn’t care about anything like that. He only cares about his (massive) dick. (Ok, no, he is very good, just, seriously, his posture in every scene he is in)

Tamaki Ryo - took me a while to get a hang of this Tod or to warm up to him, because the portrayal is fairly stoic (and the wig looks like like someone tripped and spilled radioactive paint on it, several times), but this is a collector of souls. Someone who may not necessarily care all that much about the person he is collecting in principle, but the need to have them is paramount, and for that precious second that is spent wanting and trying to acquire them, they are the most precious thing in the universe.

Thomas Borchert - video is of terrible quality, but I guess the closest thing would be a vampire. Mostly indifferent, but occasionally rather campy, with a peculiar oral fixation.

Paul Kribbe - The single least romantinc portrayal, not even a pretense of care, not even as a means to an end. This is a malicious scepter that is hanging over the imperial family specifically and nothing but.

Felix Martin - Another one of the more of the less personal Tods. Very few emotions, either positive or negative, just a minor annoyance. Nor is he quite as ephemeral as Uwe, for example. Keeps modulating the key, not sure I like that.

Jesper Tyden - So very gentle. Sincere in his offers of peace, of absolution to those who are his kindred souls, they are his precious companions and he wants only the best for them. So gentle.

Steven Seale - has rather angelic voice. Wants to be kind (to those that are worth his time), but because he is like a spring under tension, it is rather difficult for him to do.

Olegg Vynnyk - Manipulative bastard. He is pulling strings behind the scenes, every once in a while content with toying around with them in person, but this world is of his own design, everything unfolding exactly as he wishes.

Oliver Arno - He is tired, so very very tired. He loves humans, almost desperately, but how many times has he been through this? Unable to break this vicious cycle, he is in the hell of his own making, yearning, begging, but fundamentally knowing that all his efforts would be for naught.

Martin Markert - Master manipulator. Doesn’t care about anyone, moreso, holds them in contempt, they bore him, they are all just pawns to him. How overjoyed he is at setting them on the path of ruin that they cannot see yet - he is there only for the entertainment factor and nothing else.

Christoph Aphelbeck - Edward from Twilight, there watching you sleep. (Need to find a full version of this)

Mester Tamas - A natural showman. He is used to everyone hanging on his every word, on his every whim being satisfied by hordes of excited followers. Doesn’t quite get it why anyone wouldn’t want to be with him. Utterly uninvolved in anyone’s life, just passing by, but happy to get the credit and the blame. Constantly drunk.

Nemeth Attila - Um. Within 0.2 seconds of meeting Sisi, he imagined to himself an idyllic future with exactly 2.5 kids and a dog, and the moment reality started deviating from that perfect plan, he vowed vengeance onto her, setting out to systematically ruin her life and kill her kids. Creepiness factor is off the chart, and really makes me feel for Elisabeth in a way I haven’t really before. The most amazing thing about it is that somehow this portrayal is not more common.

Dolhai Attila - Terrifying. Grim reaper in the truest sense - just give him a scythe and a hood, and he is pretty much all the way there. Overdoing it a bit, though, there is nothing even remotely subtle about him.

Stanley Burleson - very tactile, the number of times he initiated physical contacts is rather on the high end for other Tods. Very quick to alternate between gentle and caring, and a controlling bastard. Kind of bad at his job.

Addo Kruinzinga - A spirit of death? No, this is a spirit of a cat. You are comfortable to lie on, so you’d best accept the full weight of this animal on your solar plexus, causing you excruciating pain. He’d bring you dead mice and dead leaves, looking at you incomprehensibly when you scold him, and pushes that vase on the floor without breaking the eye contact.

Ryu Jung Han - Very terrible quality of the recording, so hard to say, but he didn’t seem to be particularly romantic or gentle to anyone. More like he wanted to use Elisabeth and Rudolf, but not sure for what.

Jeon Dong-seok - A lonely ghost that was was chained to the empire to do its bidding, and grows more and more vengeful over time. He gains strength to start breaking the chains, even though in order to do so, he has to do some things he wishes he didn’t have to. Unnecessarily pretty.

Aran Kei - One of a horde, one of many. She speaks for the angels, and acts on their behalf, their will, their connection to the world personified.

Yumeki Noa - Gentle and caring, almost doting on those she set her sights upon. Very invested in their demise, but wants to make sure they are comfortable in the process, like smothering them with a pillow.

Ranju Tomu - he has Seen Things. Empires come and go, he had a personal hand in destroying many of them, and getting into gear to crumble another one. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to, but that’s his job, after all. The best he can do is to destroy it for Sisi, condemning everyone’s soul but hers.

Aoki Izumi - Some people just want to watch the world burn, assuming there are matches you can find to play with (I know the full video of this production exists somewhere, but it’s been years since anyone who has it that I came across has been active - send help)

Yuzuka Rei - A sadistic bastard who thinks he is owned the world. Not quite as completely self absorbed as a few others, but pretty high up there.

Rukaze Hikaru - A gentle giant, lurking in the shadows, afraid of everything, barely aware of his own strength. Wants to find someone to share his toys with, gets a big boost in self confidence once he realizes that he is not the most messed up person in this play.

Alexandra Mikhaylovskaya - A powerful, vengeful god. Fate incarnate. Not a very charismatic or seductive portrayal, but certainly one of the more breathtaking ones.

Elena Sivkova - The tiniest angel of the night who just inherited the keys to the underworld. Quite lovely, and could certainly grow to rule it with the iron fist later on, but so far she is just learning the ropes.

Shanghai Institute of Visual Arts student (cannot find her name) - A very benevolent entity, a perfect gentleman. Distantly reminds me of Saeko, just not quite as dramatic, more self-composed.

Chuhun drama club student (ditto) - Less of a supernatural entity and more of a pop idol. Not particularly interested in the affairs of those around them, but involved in everything primarily because it’d look good for their image, and out of misplaced sense of ownership.

#elisabeth das musical #der tod #elisabeth

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simplymakkari · 5 years

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it is here (i guard every memory of you) chapter three

DEMETRI

In Port Angeles, the Bella Italia is nestled on First Street, surrounded by the curtains of shopping malls and homes in its backyard. Somewhere old Demetri wouldn't have given two fucks about while tracking a certain vampire here, but well, he figures it shouldn't have been much of a surprise in the first place.

“Anything for you, honey?” The waitress’ name-tag reads Amber as she gives him a flirtatious smile.

He puts on his best polite smile, motioning outward with his hand. “No, thank you.”

The waitress nods in understanding but not before shooting a wink toward his companion on the other chair across from him.

Demetri slides his hands over his warm mug of cocoa — a necessary he doesn't need, but to help blend in with the other six patrons in the restaurant. He pretends that it can warm his bones as he listens to the story being told.

He takes a sip as he watches as the woman’s fingers trace over a mark on her right wrist. A bite mark lined with silver tracing part-way to her veins before they disappear from sight. A familiar sight he knows all too well on his own.

“He was a tracker named James,” she continues, offering him an explanation with a slight sad smile — though she has no need to. “He was always with this other man named Laurent and Victoria —”

“Sutherland,” he finishes. “Red hair, yes?”

Isabella meets his eyes curiously and nods.

“I knew of her. One of her coven members, Heidi, is a part of our Guard. A sister of a sort.” Demetri’s heart sinks at the thought of Heidi. She had been wondering what had happened to her former coven mate for centuries. He doesn't know if he'll be able to tell her this time when he returns home.

If.

If you decide to return home.

He doesn't tell Isabella of the other thing — the one where he followed the witch-twins and Felix to Seattle towards Victoria's hideout and instructed her and her newborn “mate” to eradicate the Olympic Coven under Jane's orders. He took no shame in that.

“I didn't know she had a sister,” Isabella says quietly. Or a last name, the words revealing themselves to Demetri. She carefully picks at a stray thread on her flannel sleeve and looks down at the table again. He knows she must be trying to figure out the reason why he is here and Demetri can see her hazy thoughts behind her shield.

I need to call Edward —

Get Renesmee to safety —

Why is he here? We haven't done anything wrong —

Demetri fights the urge to scoff. Of course, the young vampire thinks her family hasn't.

(No one ever thinks they've done any wrong.)

“There are a lot of things you don't know, Mrs. Cullen,” he tells her. Demetri takes a short dramatic pause and reaches out and settles a hand on Edward's mate, smirking at the thought of a furious Edward ranting about the fact that Demetri had touched his precious Isabella.

“You have no need to fear, Isabella. This is only a routine check up.”

Having learned about the events that occurred in Alice’s vision, that Edward Cullen is the reason for his demise, he loves the simple thought of riling up the younger boy. Edward Cullen, a simple mind reader, barely a hundred years old, takes him, the great Dimitrios Koteas down?

Impossible.

Another reason why Demetri despises Edward Cullen. The boy had told a human about the existence of vampires and suffered no consequences for it. And Jasper Hale, the back of his mind reminds him. He’s dangerous, also. Responsible for the countless slaughter of humans in Mexico with his sire, Maria.

It's quiet, save for the humans’ chatter in the restaurant and Demetri lets their conversations tune into his mind as Isabella withdraws her hand from his before she decides to drop a particular bomb.

“I have nothing to do with them anymore. The Cullens.”

Demetri raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He figures they were inseparable at the hip and her thoughts and body language provide the truth.

“We're taking a break,” she tells him, her shoulders slumping, her thoughts racing. “This life … it's not what I thought it was. Me and Edward … we don't know each other like I thought. So … we're taking some time apart.”

He knows a stall when he sees it. But he lets her finish before he says with a hint of melodrama, “I apologize. And the child? Renesmee? How is she faring with all of this?”

Renesmee. A ridiculous name, really and he almost feels sorry for the poor child who has to be saddled with it. He had laughed the first Aro said it and thought the name had been a joke. Apparently, it wasn't.

There! Her shield falters at the mention of her daughter and he sees the information he needs.

Can you feel me? he thinks.

Isabella doesn't seem to notice and he takes that as confirmation that it is. Good. He slithers past her thoughts and returns back to his own as her shield strengthens and tightens.

Finally, she says, “She's Elizabeth now. Says she wants to blend in in high school. Jake still calls her Nessie though. And she's doing everything a typical teenage girl could want.”

Demetri remembers the small girl with curly hair to her waist, seemingly tethered to Isabella's side. He had been ready to attack if necessary. But then Aro had decided she was no threat. Would the halfbreed be clinging to her imprint now if he'd visited the rest of her family now?

“And you?” Demetri asks genuinely before taking another sip of his cocoa.

“Figured why not try college this time? Might try for an English degree. Be a teacher like I've always wanted in my human life.”

The two share a smile and for a while, they are two normal strangers having a conversation, not enemies. Then, Demetri sees yellow threatening to burn through the brown contacts in Isabella's eyes and remembers his mission.

“If I may, where might I find the rest of your family? Just so I can finish my report and return home as soon as possible to put Aro's mind at ease. Are they at home?”

The tracker already knows where they are but anything to put dear Isabella's mind at rest. Make yourself trustworthy.

Demetri can see Isabella's mind wheeling and knows she considers lying before she thinks the best of it. Lying has never been one of her best traits even in her human life, he can tell. Fear splits through her eyes before it vanishes.

Oh, Isabella. Isabella. Isabella. How long did you think you were going to keep this from me?

The brunette sighs. “La Push Road. Billy Black's place. For the rehearsal wedding.”

Demetri downs the rest of his mug, runs his tongue over his teeth and smiles, clearly amused. “Of course they are.”

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