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Viiiiiideo/Action for Genessia City
How is this...
[You know? Being told he was being banished for a few hundred years, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He really expected to be... dead. Really dead. Painfully dead. Or tortured. And dead.
Some combination of the two.
He supposed, grimly, that the Charred Council had just assumed he'd merely been tricked by Abaddon into allowing the End Times to begin early. That the captain of the Hellgaurd had already fallen before this point and the Well Watcher had just been deceived.
He'd say he wasn't that gullible but...
In any case.
This wasn't... what he had expected to see. This wasn't the wasteland he was so sure he'd be thrown into. No desert crafted from the ashes of the dead, no burning city, no massive cemetery.
It was... it was alive, he could scarcely believe it. He'd almost thought perhaps that the hologram in the cave had just been some forgotten technology, there was no way this could happen and yet-
The phone.
Well he'd be a pretty crummy lover of humans if he didn't know what a cell phone was. He really didn't have to ponder too much on how to use it either. Wings awkwardly shifting and fluffing in confusion and silent, frantic hope, he pulled out the device.
He had to see something. He had to know. Standing outside the caves, he evened his voice, prepared his expectations and...]
... Is there anyone else here?
[You know? Being told he was being banished for a few hundred years, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He really expected to be... dead. Really dead. Painfully dead. Or tortured. And dead.
Some combination of the two.
He supposed, grimly, that the Charred Council had just assumed he'd merely been tricked by Abaddon into allowing the End Times to begin early. That the captain of the Hellgaurd had already fallen before this point and the Well Watcher had just been deceived.
He'd say he wasn't that gullible but...
In any case.
This wasn't... what he had expected to see. This wasn't the wasteland he was so sure he'd be thrown into. No desert crafted from the ashes of the dead, no burning city, no massive cemetery.
It was... it was alive, he could scarcely believe it. He'd almost thought perhaps that the hologram in the cave had just been some forgotten technology, there was no way this could happen and yet-
The phone.
Well he'd be a pretty crummy lover of humans if he didn't know what a cell phone was. He really didn't have to ponder too much on how to use it either. Wings awkwardly shifting and fluffing in confusion and silent, frantic hope, he pulled out the device.
He had to see something. He had to know. Standing outside the caves, he evened his voice, prepared his expectations and...]
... Is there anyone else here?
[Voice]
Also... your eyes are kinda white. You might want to do something about it. [She's not going to comment about the wings. Coming from her, it would be ill-placed.]
[video]
As a master of illusions himself, he'd like to think he knows a fakey fake fake world full of fakey fake fake people when he sees it.
Asshole]
My eyes are fine, thank you.
I would ask if you are a native here, but since you're but a figment of my imagination, I'd rather not entertain a hallucination.
[JERK]
[voice]
It actually gets a small chucke out of her.] How sad, any kind of entertainment would have been welcome right now.
But to answer your non-question: no, I'm not a native of this world. I got brought here just like you.
And in turn, I'm going to guess you're not human, am I right?
Re: [voice]
You would be correct.
[A beat]
I suppose that this may not be such a strange concept here, given your reaction.
[voice]
So what are you? An angel?