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genessia2018-04-25 06:20 pm
notadragon) wrote in genessia2018-04-25 06:20 pm
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001- Like a leaf on the breeze (OTA- Action/Video)
[For a moment... just a moment, it’s a little more windy in the cavern as Theodora wakes inside the pod, trembling.
She tightens her grip on the package as her head swims, body aching from exertion as it slowly begins to come back to her.
She looks around the bay, squinting in the low light, before she makes her way to its mouth.
This...isn’t where she had been at all. While the box and her winds reading the area do provide at least a little bit of comfort for her immediate situation, but she can’t exactly quell the panic entirely. Where was she? What had those psychotic cultists done with-
She grimaces, hugging herself tightly and pausing just outside the entrance to gather herself a little more properly. She... probably looks really rough, despite her ‘rest’. Those long silver curls are certainly disheveled, and she can’t quite get the mildly pained and panicked look off her face entirely, even as she listens to the hologram.
Once the informative speech is over, one will be able to find her sitting on a bench nearby, bent at the waist with her head resting in her hands and a strange, but gentle, breeze keeping her company.]
—-
[Later, once she’s figured out just how those strange devices function, Theodora attempts a short broadcast, blinking confusedly at the screen for just a moment or two before she speaks.]
Hello... I was wondering if anyone knew of anywhere less... populated than the cities. Someplace bigger with...less around.
[An odd request, maybe, but she needs a backup plan, in case her situation gets a little more...intense than just sitting in her new room at the Commons.
Upon closer inspection, those bright teal eyes are almost...catlike...Something is definitely off.]
She tightens her grip on the package as her head swims, body aching from exertion as it slowly begins to come back to her.
She looks around the bay, squinting in the low light, before she makes her way to its mouth.
This...isn’t where she had been at all. While the box and her winds reading the area do provide at least a little bit of comfort for her immediate situation, but she can’t exactly quell the panic entirely. Where was she? What had those psychotic cultists done with-
She grimaces, hugging herself tightly and pausing just outside the entrance to gather herself a little more properly. She... probably looks really rough, despite her ‘rest’. Those long silver curls are certainly disheveled, and she can’t quite get the mildly pained and panicked look off her face entirely, even as she listens to the hologram.
Once the informative speech is over, one will be able to find her sitting on a bench nearby, bent at the waist with her head resting in her hands and a strange, but gentle, breeze keeping her company.]
—-
[Later, once she’s figured out just how those strange devices function, Theodora attempts a short broadcast, blinking confusedly at the screen for just a moment or two before she speaks.]
Hello... I was wondering if anyone knew of anywhere less... populated than the cities. Someplace bigger with...less around.
[An odd request, maybe, but she needs a backup plan, in case her situation gets a little more...intense than just sitting in her new room at the Commons.
Upon closer inspection, those bright teal eyes are almost...catlike...Something is definitely off.]