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genessia2016-01-03 03:54 am
bloodrevolt) wrote in genessia2016-01-03 03:54 am
01 ♋ Action/Voice
[Action - Any of the cities]
[Psii told him to be careful, to not let his guard down despite the seemingly peaceful atmosphere of this new place they'd found themselves in. But how can he stay cooped up in a hivestem somewhere when there's so much to explore, so many new things to see? He'd read over all the pamphlets, memorized most of the maps for Genessia and the surrounding locations, and even kept a few of them in the pocket of his new black hoodie just in case he did happen to get lost. Said hoodie which, for perhaps the first time ever, he's grateful to have such nubby horns because even if it's slightly uncomfortable, it's not too bad. He'd considered trying to cut holes in the top as his old cloak had but, well, he doesn't exactly trust himself with cloth work without screwing something up. That was always his mother's job.
Regardless, this 5'11" alien seems far too pleased to be out and about in an actual city where everyone seems to get along just fine. No violence, no dead grubs littering the streets or such levels of misery in general.
He doesn't know how long he's been out and about, but he's determined to explore all these new cities before he has to head back home. Before Psii wakes up and has a hernia at him missing without a word, or before he freezes his nubs off from this strange weather. But he will admit, the snow is delightful now that he has a proper pair of boots and a jacket to keep the cold away. And each of the cities is so different, yet so similar in their own ways. The sense of peace, even in the dark, foreboding feeling in Everglade. It's an entirely different sense of feel than Alternia, and as overwhelming and shocking as it all is to be suddenly in another world, suddenly alive again, he absolutely loves it.
Perhaps a little too much, as he's not always paying attention to his surroundings, which leads to him walking right into people on occasion.]
[Voice]
And to think, here I'd been worried about waking up in Hell. When in comparison to such a world as this, my own could certainly be considered as much.
[The voice is definitely that of a grown man, one far too bemused at his current situation than most would be. He's not angry in the least bit, but beyond that pleasant tone there's a weight of tiredness he thinks he's doing well to hide.]
Obtaining a job is a novelty, something I've never had the luxury of. So I find myself at a loss where I should begin, or what I would be most qualified for here. Things are different, in the best possible way, and yet it brings about a revelation that men with my talents aren't needed in such a place.
But there's no need to dwell on such things. While I wouldn't mind job suggestions for someone who's experienced in public speaking and combat, there's much more important matters at hand, and the entire reason I decided to broadcast this.
What is there to do for fun here? My dear friend and I have only been here for about a day, and as helpful as the information pamphlets are, I feel speaking out and asking around is the best way to get information no matter where you are.
[Psii told him to be careful, to not let his guard down despite the seemingly peaceful atmosphere of this new place they'd found themselves in. But how can he stay cooped up in a hivestem somewhere when there's so much to explore, so many new things to see? He'd read over all the pamphlets, memorized most of the maps for Genessia and the surrounding locations, and even kept a few of them in the pocket of his new black hoodie just in case he did happen to get lost. Said hoodie which, for perhaps the first time ever, he's grateful to have such nubby horns because even if it's slightly uncomfortable, it's not too bad. He'd considered trying to cut holes in the top as his old cloak had but, well, he doesn't exactly trust himself with cloth work without screwing something up. That was always his mother's job.
Regardless, this 5'11" alien seems far too pleased to be out and about in an actual city where everyone seems to get along just fine. No violence, no dead grubs littering the streets or such levels of misery in general.
He doesn't know how long he's been out and about, but he's determined to explore all these new cities before he has to head back home. Before Psii wakes up and has a hernia at him missing without a word, or before he freezes his nubs off from this strange weather. But he will admit, the snow is delightful now that he has a proper pair of boots and a jacket to keep the cold away. And each of the cities is so different, yet so similar in their own ways. The sense of peace, even in the dark, foreboding feeling in Everglade. It's an entirely different sense of feel than Alternia, and as overwhelming and shocking as it all is to be suddenly in another world, suddenly alive again, he absolutely loves it.
Perhaps a little too much, as he's not always paying attention to his surroundings, which leads to him walking right into people on occasion.]
[Voice]
And to think, here I'd been worried about waking up in Hell. When in comparison to such a world as this, my own could certainly be considered as much.
[The voice is definitely that of a grown man, one far too bemused at his current situation than most would be. He's not angry in the least bit, but beyond that pleasant tone there's a weight of tiredness he thinks he's doing well to hide.]
Obtaining a job is a novelty, something I've never had the luxury of. So I find myself at a loss where I should begin, or what I would be most qualified for here. Things are different, in the best possible way, and yet it brings about a revelation that men with my talents aren't needed in such a place.
But there's no need to dwell on such things. While I wouldn't mind job suggestions for someone who's experienced in public speaking and combat, there's much more important matters at hand, and the entire reason I decided to broadcast this.
What is there to do for fun here? My dear friend and I have only been here for about a day, and as helpful as the information pamphlets are, I feel speaking out and asking around is the best way to get information no matter where you are.
no subject
[Since that was a preference for. Although a world more terrifying than this one had him slightly interested, but he figured now was not the time.]
It has that atmosphere for that reason I mentioned, you'll know soon when you visit the other places.