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genessia2018-11-22 06:10 pm
forherprince) wrote in genessia2018-11-22 06:10 pm
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001//Video//Action
[Lan fan comes on the screen looking determined--although possibly a bit perturbed as well (is this thing really working?)]
First and foremost, I am in search of an automail engineer. Does this... "Genessia" even have automail?
[From the technology she's seen it would certainly suggest it--or at least something equivalent.]
[She opens her mouth to say something else--but before she is able to a very loud and long sound is heard--unmistakably her stomach growling. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she ducks her head and averts her eyes to the side, face turning beat red.]
And where is a cheap place to get food...?
[Action//Genessia]
From what she gathered in the information available she felt lucky that she had at least arrived in this place clothed. If the gods or whatever it was that controlled this place had plucked her up a day sooner she would have been wandering around in nothing but her pants and bandages. The clothing she was wearing was not comfortable for her, at least not out in the open outside of the Yao palace. She was dressed in a simple black changpao and a trench coat, the left sleeve flapping at her side. Really the issue was her face being completely exposed. She was so used to being masked that being laid open like this was unnerving. The one benefit with her current garb was the fact that she didn't draw attention to herself.
With some effort she had talked herself out of any acrobatics to keep to the shadows or the roofs and out of sight--of course the buildings she came upon were either too spread out or too tall for that to really work anyway--and she really wasn't recovered yet. Doctor Knox had said a minimum of four to eight weeks for the amputation to fully heal. It hadn't even been a complete week yet. She probably shouldn't have been walking around as she was, but her paranoia as a retainer despite not having her charge wouldn't let her rest until she'd explored at least the immediate area around the communal space she was being provided with.
Still, she was weak and several times she felt herself swooning a bit from light-headedness and pain, stumbling only to catch herself on the nearest upright surface.
First and foremost, I am in search of an automail engineer. Does this... "Genessia" even have automail?
[From the technology she's seen it would certainly suggest it--or at least something equivalent.]
[She opens her mouth to say something else--but before she is able to a very loud and long sound is heard--unmistakably her stomach growling. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she ducks her head and averts her eyes to the side, face turning beat red.]
And where is a cheap place to get food...?
[Action//Genessia]
From what she gathered in the information available she felt lucky that she had at least arrived in this place clothed. If the gods or whatever it was that controlled this place had plucked her up a day sooner she would have been wandering around in nothing but her pants and bandages. The clothing she was wearing was not comfortable for her, at least not out in the open outside of the Yao palace. She was dressed in a simple black changpao and a trench coat, the left sleeve flapping at her side. Really the issue was her face being completely exposed. She was so used to being masked that being laid open like this was unnerving. The one benefit with her current garb was the fact that she didn't draw attention to herself.
With some effort she had talked herself out of any acrobatics to keep to the shadows or the roofs and out of sight--of course the buildings she came upon were either too spread out or too tall for that to really work anyway--and she really wasn't recovered yet. Doctor Knox had said a minimum of four to eight weeks for the amputation to fully heal. It hadn't even been a complete week yet. She probably shouldn't have been walking around as she was, but her paranoia as a retainer despite not having her charge wouldn't let her rest until she'd explored at least the immediate area around the communal space she was being provided with.
Still, she was weak and several times she felt herself swooning a bit from light-headedness and pain, stumbling only to catch herself on the nearest upright surface.
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"Lan Fan."