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genessia2017-09-12 10:06 pm
lyriumspecter) wrote in genessia2017-09-12 10:06 pm
Action | Bay and Exterior
[Disorientation was not unknown to Fenris. He’d experienced it several times in his past, but never quite in such a way. Uncertain what the pamphlet suggested aside from images of the device included in the box, he grumbled and shoved the pamphlet, the red papers included, along with the phone, into a pouch at his waist and strode through the water without hesitation. He’d faced demons and worse before, and while he was alone, he certainly wasn’t going to allow the weakness of fear show, and the spiked armor and large sword lashed to his back went a long way to help the image along.
When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.
Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]
You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.
[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]
When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.
Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]
You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.
[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]
Action;
Keeping them at bay doesn't mean you're winning. Who has summoned them?
[Because in Fenris' experience, demons have to be summoned.]
Re: Action;
...I don't know. No one knows how the daemonblight came to be. The Scarlet Night heralded in our current age of darkness, and we believe our Shepherd will reverse it. That's all I know...
Action;
And that belief fuels you on, then? [He shakes his head.] To each his own.
[He takes a breath, looking off down the alien streets around them.]
I choose to focus on more...immediate concerns.
Re: Action;
[She will never forget the loss of everything she cared about.
She caught his gaze and understood.]
Genessia seems to be a good place. It has some questionable individuals, but what land doesn't? Nevertheless, there's no shortage of work or housing.
[She certainly hopes so. She wants out of that shack.]
Action;
[And that's all he has to say on the matter for the moment.]
I see. Have you been here long?