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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.]
Re: [Action]
He blinks when Ted changes subjects.]
...traffic rules?
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[Ted tries to think of a description of cars without relying solely on the word.]
"...er, long, metal, horseless carriages? Such massive, swift things invite doom for those who don't heed the tapestry of rules we've made to tame them. For starters, there's..."
[So he launches into yet more teaching time. Luckily the shape and color of the signs is good enough to remember their function without explicit attention to the words. And he can't forget about crosswalks, changing lights, etc.]
"...and that, I think, should be enough to go by. Say, I've never done it before, but if you ever wanted to, ah, learn literacy, I wouldn't mind teaching. Some say I'm, aheh, over-read, so perhaps channeling that excess into your dearth might do some good."
[Action]
I'll keep it in mind. [He doesn't know about trusting this strange human, or about spending that much time with him just yet.] My thanks for the information.
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[No commitments! That's a little disappointing; learning someone, especially an older someone, how to read would've been a delightful novelty. On the other hand, that does keep his hours free for the future.]
You're very welcome. You remember what I said about your contacts, right? Feel free to ring me up anytime should trouble vex you again. Farewell, Fenris!
[He merrily waves away, only realizing minutes later that the man may not have liked that name, given the source.]