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genessia2018-08-19 01:28 pm
hellorhighwater) wrote in genessia2018-08-19 01:28 pm
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1st fire = it don't come easy, the road of the gypsy
[ACTION;Genessia City]
[He's an idiosyncratic sight, the man stalking through the city streets looking like something out of a strangely futuristic fairy tale: the high leather boots, gleaming mail armor bearing a coat of arms depicting a full moon branded by the figure of a dragon, short sword at his hip, and gauntlets he wears give him the look of some kind of medieval soldier or knight.
The look of him is too sleek, however: the mail he wears is a snug fit, shimmering in the light but seemingly little more than fabric, covering him from neck to waist with his arms left bare. The boots and gauntlets are heavy leather, but make no sound as he moves--and carry a strange pattern, something like scales but not.
And despite the fact that he was visibly on his guard, scanning his surroundings at regular intervals, every sense on high alert...he's visibly comfortable with his surroundings. He navigates the streets with ease, minding street lights, hugging buildings to make faster turns around corners--he's clearly seen a modern type of city before. He's lived on streets like these, he's walked a world very similar to this one.
It's been a while--decades--but Neil Blair still remembers his way around a city. It's not Nocturne, it's not the five realms, and it's not New York. But it's still a mostly known quantity.
He's going to feel a lot better once he has a lay of the land--and finds a place to gather some spell ingredients.]
[VIDEO;public]
[The moment the feed comes to life, the moment of transition is brief--a handsome face with dark coloring frowning in confusion at the smart phone in his hand before he confirms he's life and refocuses on the camera. His expression is...well, angry is the nicest way to describe it.]
Uh--hey. I'm--
[The words are on his lips. Black Fire of Nocturne, the title he uses at court, but this isn't the five realms. This is...another world, and nobody knows him here.
The anger in his face dies for just a second, replaced by something like hope before his features turn guarded.]
--I'm...Neil. New here--uh, I was just curious about what people do for work around here? Y'know, what and where. These temporary bunks are okay but I wanna get a job and get out of here...so recommendations on housing would also be good. I know there's a few places to go, what's your input?
Thanks in advance.
[He's an idiosyncratic sight, the man stalking through the city streets looking like something out of a strangely futuristic fairy tale: the high leather boots, gleaming mail armor bearing a coat of arms depicting a full moon branded by the figure of a dragon, short sword at his hip, and gauntlets he wears give him the look of some kind of medieval soldier or knight.
The look of him is too sleek, however: the mail he wears is a snug fit, shimmering in the light but seemingly little more than fabric, covering him from neck to waist with his arms left bare. The boots and gauntlets are heavy leather, but make no sound as he moves--and carry a strange pattern, something like scales but not.
And despite the fact that he was visibly on his guard, scanning his surroundings at regular intervals, every sense on high alert...he's visibly comfortable with his surroundings. He navigates the streets with ease, minding street lights, hugging buildings to make faster turns around corners--he's clearly seen a modern type of city before. He's lived on streets like these, he's walked a world very similar to this one.
It's been a while--decades--but Neil Blair still remembers his way around a city. It's not Nocturne, it's not the five realms, and it's not New York. But it's still a mostly known quantity.
He's going to feel a lot better once he has a lay of the land--and finds a place to gather some spell ingredients.]
[VIDEO;public]
[The moment the feed comes to life, the moment of transition is brief--a handsome face with dark coloring frowning in confusion at the smart phone in his hand before he confirms he's life and refocuses on the camera. His expression is...well, angry is the nicest way to describe it.]
Uh--hey. I'm--
[The words are on his lips. Black Fire of Nocturne, the title he uses at court, but this isn't the five realms. This is...another world, and nobody knows him here.
The anger in his face dies for just a second, replaced by something like hope before his features turn guarded.]
--I'm...Neil. New here--uh, I was just curious about what people do for work around here? Y'know, what and where. These temporary bunks are okay but I wanna get a job and get out of here...so recommendations on housing would also be good. I know there's a few places to go, what's your input?
Thanks in advance.
Re: [Action]
[He's not buying it, Young Looking Old Dude. You just get a knowing smile.
So he shakes Rose's hand with a lower key bow of his head before letting it go, resting his hand on the pommel of his short sword carelessly--not a threat, just a force of habit.]
And yeah, yeah I'm new. Just woke up in one of those...pod...things. [He makes a face, then briskly shakes his head before taking a look around--surveying the terrain, reminding himself there are no eyes in the dark.]
Before that, I was back home. Always joked about falling asleep during a meeting with the captain of the guard...guess I really did this time. Ended up here.
Re: [Action]
The story about falling asleep during a meeting with the captain of the guard - makes The Doctor think about Jack's story about waking up with both his executors.]
Have you had all your questions answered?
Re: [Action]
[As for the offer of questions...]
[Rose jabs a thumb towards the Doctor.] What he said, yeah? Anything we can help with?