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genessia2018-04-02 04:17 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2018-04-02 04:17 pm
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[Video] [Action for Genessia City and Fayren]
[Video]
[The feed flicks on with an out of focus closeup of a much younger Namur's face. It's hard to tell at first, though, as he's moving the communicator in all directions as if he's not sure what it is. He sets it against something on a chest of drawers where it continues recording, though he doesn't seem to realize it. He moves to the window, and here the change is more obvious. His frame is tall and broad-shouldered as usual, but his body hasn't filled in yet, the tattoos on his face, hands, and arms conspicuously missing. He squints at the outside world below, then gapes, his voice a hiss.]
Humans!
[He backs away from the window quickly and starts checking his skin for something, and once all easily visible skin is cleared he strips and checks everywhere else in a mirror. Everywhere. Good thing he's close enough to the communicator by that point that it only shows from his chest up. He breathes a sigh of relief.]
No Dragon mark.
[His voice is younger too, though he's still a good six feet tall. But he relaxes visibly, and starts poking through stuff on the chest. He finds a pair of sunglasses that he puts on, pulling what he must assume to be a tough expression while he folds skinny arms across his chest.]
Badass!
[But the sunglasses slide right off his face, having been designed for a larger head, and he picks them up sheepishly. There's noise from another part of the apartment then, a voice of someone he doesn't recognize. Namur swears and fumbles his way back into his clothes, looking guilty as he grabs a wallet and some round vaguely edible smelling objects off the drawers. Finally, he looks at the communicator again, about to leave it, then impulsively grabs it as well, clicking the feed off in the process.]
[Action- Genessia City]
[There's something lurking in the southwest area of the city, clearly trying to be stealthy and failing miserably. Namur doesn't trust humans, and so he's attempting to sneak around. But he's six feet tall already and not done growing, so He keeps tripping over things like crates, garbage cans, and his own two feet. Every time he does he cries out in dismay then freezes, as if by remaining still, people might not notice him, even when he winds up in the middle of pedestrian traffic.]
[Action for Fayren]
[By evening, Namur will have made his way to Fayren, drawn inevitably by the call of the sea. He can be found a bit braver, walking out in the open and gawking at the wonders of the surface as he makes his way to the ocean. He's so distracted, in fact, that he's likely to run into someone on accident.]
[The feed flicks on with an out of focus closeup of a much younger Namur's face. It's hard to tell at first, though, as he's moving the communicator in all directions as if he's not sure what it is. He sets it against something on a chest of drawers where it continues recording, though he doesn't seem to realize it. He moves to the window, and here the change is more obvious. His frame is tall and broad-shouldered as usual, but his body hasn't filled in yet, the tattoos on his face, hands, and arms conspicuously missing. He squints at the outside world below, then gapes, his voice a hiss.]
Humans!
[He backs away from the window quickly and starts checking his skin for something, and once all easily visible skin is cleared he strips and checks everywhere else in a mirror. Everywhere. Good thing he's close enough to the communicator by that point that it only shows from his chest up. He breathes a sigh of relief.]
No Dragon mark.
[His voice is younger too, though he's still a good six feet tall. But he relaxes visibly, and starts poking through stuff on the chest. He finds a pair of sunglasses that he puts on, pulling what he must assume to be a tough expression while he folds skinny arms across his chest.]
Badass!
[But the sunglasses slide right off his face, having been designed for a larger head, and he picks them up sheepishly. There's noise from another part of the apartment then, a voice of someone he doesn't recognize. Namur swears and fumbles his way back into his clothes, looking guilty as he grabs a wallet and some round vaguely edible smelling objects off the drawers. Finally, he looks at the communicator again, about to leave it, then impulsively grabs it as well, clicking the feed off in the process.]
[Action- Genessia City]
[There's something lurking in the southwest area of the city, clearly trying to be stealthy and failing miserably. Namur doesn't trust humans, and so he's attempting to sneak around. But he's six feet tall already and not done growing, so He keeps tripping over things like crates, garbage cans, and his own two feet. Every time he does he cries out in dismay then freezes, as if by remaining still, people might not notice him, even when he winds up in the middle of pedestrian traffic.]
[Action for Fayren]
[By evening, Namur will have made his way to Fayren, drawn inevitably by the call of the sea. He can be found a bit braver, walking out in the open and gawking at the wonders of the surface as he makes his way to the ocean. He's so distracted, in fact, that he's likely to run into someone on accident.]