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1st Concert - action & video
[ Waking up groggy is not out of the norm for Kohaku. He may be under a lot of tension by day, but he's never quite been a morning person. No, the exhaustion isn't what is out of order this time. It is the unusual amount of clarity, the complete absence of pain in his head. Kohaku remembers a time in which feeling like this was normal, but after years of constant ever-changing aching, it feels as though there is a hole in his head. Contrary to his lofty expectations, he doesn't feel safe in the slightest. His hand automatically reaches for his gun and only as his finger is safely on the trigger, he starts looking around the cave. Unfamiliar. And he's alone. ]
a) action
b) video
a) action
[ After spending a very disgruntled hour working his way through pamphlets to understand the premise of information that was presented to him (and he isn't sure he believes any of it, but he knows what they want him to believe now), Kohaku has finally made it to the streets of Genessia.
As expected of someone wearing comparatively old-fashioned clothes, he looks quite skeptical of the modern architecture and technology. Though cars don't seem to phase him. The violin-case he carries on his back clearly identifies Kohaku as a musician, but the gun that he still wields in his hand may be of greater interest to passers-by. He's not threatening anybody directly, but he seems ready to shoot if he has to. ]
The fuck's with this place...
b) video
- [ There were only so much information gained by rooming the streets, so come evening, Kohaku is ready to seek knowledge through other ways. He's found himself sitting in the park, chewing on a piece of bread as he figures out how to access the 'network' from this foreign device he's been given. When the video switches on he hurriedly swallows his bite to start talking. ]
I've got questions and if I'm wrapping my head around this right, this is the way to get answers. I'll make this quick.
Guignols. Galatea Syndrome. Ring a bell to anyone? I'm gonna assume not, judging by how cozy and fancy you've got it here.
If the answer is 'yes' anyway or you've seen any of the fuckers from the royal orchestra around, you better hurry and contact me about this quickly.
[ He pauses, seeming contemplative. The last bit is added with a bit less severity in his voice. ]
Also the semi-transparent missy mentioned something about elected leaders. How's that going for you?
[ His time as an anti-aristocracy terrorist is long past by now, but that doesn't mean he isn't curious. ]

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