Terrance Smith (
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genessia2016-07-17 03:24 pm
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01; Arrival
VIDEO | TEXT
[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.
When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]
" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"
[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]
"brief summary. "
[There is another short pause.]
"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”
[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]
Thanks for the welcome Genessia.
ACTION | STREETS
[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.
His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.
He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]
[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.
When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]
" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"
[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]
"brief summary. "
[There is another short pause.]
"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”
[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]
Thanks for the welcome Genessia.
ACTION | STREETS
[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.
His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.
He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]
Action
[He's really not a kid person.]
Re: Action
Action
[He doesn't know what's up with this kid and he doesn't care.]
Re: Action
Action
[Sorry Conan, Terrance has no sympathy.]
Re: Action
Action
[He takes a long drag of his smoke and continues to walk down the street. He has stopped caring if this kid follows him.]
I already know that you've always been this much of a bloody nuisance.