Log 001 | Arrival

[imalooter]

action; genessia; outside the bay

[Fet casts an impressive shadow in the late summer sun, standing before Weiss' hologram, watching with interest as she speaks. Much like an attentive student during a lecture, he references the materials he was provided, fingers the pendant draped around his neck at it's mention, and looks toward the sky when the barrier is brought up. As the hologram continues its explanation, he reaches into one of the many pockets in his vest and withdraws a cigarillo, lighting it and holding it between his teeth for a moment before taking a drag and holding the flavorful smoke in his mouth for a second before releasing it slowly.

His jaw muscle works thoughtfully as the hologram finishes, and he brings the cigarillo to his lips again, taking a slower pull from the wrapped tobacco and releasing it with an exhaled sigh.]

...Is that right?

[His voice is heavily accented, something Eastern European, and he works his jaw thoughtfully again before he reaches into the pocket of his coat, much too warm for this weather, and pulls out the device he was left in the box, just like everyone else, looking down at it thoughtfully before tucking it back into his pocket.]

Kidnapped then, is it?

[A lot of the message is lost of Fet, though he assumes he'll come to understand it in time. He's more concerned about understanding who else might be here than figuring out where here is exactly, at least for the moment. He thought vampires overrunning the city was a big deal. This just made his life a lot more complicated.]

video;

[Fet takes the phone back out of his pocket and turns it on. The interface is fairly intuitive, and starting the video transmission is pretty self-explanatory. He holds the phone up, greeting the network with a friendly smile. While his words are thickly accented, his command of the English language isn't in question.]

Hello, everyone. Or is it fellow captives? I don't know what to call the lot of us. Anyway, I'm Fet. Looks like I just got in off the boat.

[He begins to walk in the direction the documentation indicated toward the offered housing. A place to sleep is a good place to secure first, after all.]

I don't remember buying a ticket, but the vacation's nice. [He smirks.] Anybody know if it's paid, 'sides the cash they left with the phone, I mean. [And he shakes his head slightly.] Also, what can be said of this place, eh? I know what the welcome message said, and the pamphlet, but the best way to get to know a place is to ask the locals. I don't really care about what's outside the barrier, or any of that. Not yet. Just would like to know what a newbie should know.

[And he flashes the camera a charming smile.]

Thanks for listening.

Comments

[youfool]

Mmm, well, this world has many marvels, too many to say all at once. More fun to discover them for yourself anyhow. But as far as primers go, this one ought to bring you up to speed. At any rate, hello and welcome, Fet! I'm Ted.

[imalooter]

[Fet takes a moment to glance over the document Ted linked him before re-establishing the video feed and offering the young man a mock salute.]

Thanks. I'll look over it later. [He pauses, though.] It doesn't say much about structures, though. Locations, businesses. They only gave me so much of a starter fund, and if I don't know the in places, I'm going to be shafted like a summer tourist.

[youfool]

Hah, goodness you're the first I've met to raise concerns about being taken advantage of that way. Truthfully the best parts in Genessia really are free. Well, what were you looking for? Employment, sightseeing?

[imalooter]

Everyone says I'm going to be here a while, but this money they've given me will not. Employment sounds like a good thing to look for, doesn't it? Of course, it doesn't need to happen immediately.

[He pauses.]

The nice lady with the welcome message said there are several cities, and each are different. Wherever people gather, munchers always follow behind. They're scavengers, and people are very messy. Different places attract different vermin, though. What do you know of these? In Everglade, Genessia, Nova City, Attleton, Fayren? Different munchers for different folks, right?

[youfool]

Afraid I don't know what a 'muncher' is, but you're some sort of exterminator? What are you used to? What color is your pendant?

[imalooter]

Vermin. No matter how big or small, they always have the munchies.

[He smiles.]

I'm a rat catcher. Recently, I've started hunting bigger rats. [He pulls the pendant from his pocket to check.] Blue.

[youfool]

Ah, that marks you for Everglade then, to the west. There's certainly a lot that goes bump in the night there, if you don't mind the numinous too much. I'm sure they could use a man of your talents, so long as you're discriminate. There are, after all, decent people who have bad looks.

[imalooter]

[Vasiliy raises an eyebrow.]

Never met a decent muncher, just so you know.

[youfool]

[He can't believe he's saying this, but time and experience have prevented some strange exceptions]

If they act on that impulse, no, I suppose they aren't. Just be careful. It's confusing, I know, but there are some who have familiar names and categories that aren't anything like what we're used to. I've known monsters and demons to behave like perfect gentlemen. By their fruits, know them, and all that.

[imalooter]

I've known a few monsters who pretend to be gentlemen, too. [He shrugs.] Hope they don't show their true colors when it's too late, right?

[youfool]

Eheh, it's not always pretense, mind. Be good, all right? And let me know should you need anything. I'm grown very familiar with the world.

[imalooter]

[Fet smiles at the video feed and gives a mock salute.]

Don't you worry about a thing. I'm an angel.