VIDEO
[you're treated to a video of what seems to be the videophone hitting the side of a pod with a good amount of force, then falling to the floor, followed by the necklace. also on the ground is the pamphlet, the paper money, and the rest of the contents of the box. there's whispered Germanic cuss words in the background, as if he's afraid of something hearing him, but he isn't sure what.]
[there's the sound of him stalking away, and the video eventually times out]
ACTION
[that paper had words on it, but he cannot read for the most part and does not care to try in present situation. the necklace, a gaudy fucking Roman thing. the rest, discarded as unhelpful unless it provided steel to gut whatever threat presented itself.]
[he is not a man of whys, but a man of whats, so the reasons behind his arrival fall to unimportance. this is unfamiliar terrain, he is alone, and his hands still do not work as they fucking ought. every unfamiliar thing is a potential enemy, and he is not inclined to swim off this shitting island in the event that unimaginable horrors lurk below the depths of the water.]
[so he finds the furthest, darkest corner and circles out from there, methodically combing the area and stopping where the water rises higher than his waist. anything that moves will get... something. the one weapon he could use was left with Spartacus.]
[you're treated to a video of what seems to be the videophone hitting the side of a pod with a good amount of force, then falling to the floor, followed by the necklace. also on the ground is the pamphlet, the paper money, and the rest of the contents of the box. there's whispered Germanic cuss words in the background, as if he's afraid of something hearing him, but he isn't sure what.]
[there's the sound of him stalking away, and the video eventually times out]
ACTION
[that paper had words on it, but he cannot read for the most part and does not care to try in present situation. the necklace, a gaudy fucking Roman thing. the rest, discarded as unhelpful unless it provided steel to gut whatever threat presented itself.]
[he is not a man of whys, but a man of whats, so the reasons behind his arrival fall to unimportance. this is unfamiliar terrain, he is alone, and his hands still do not work as they fucking ought. every unfamiliar thing is a potential enemy, and he is not inclined to swim off this shitting island in the event that unimaginable horrors lurk below the depths of the water.]
[so he finds the furthest, darkest corner and circles out from there, methodically combing the area and stopping where the water rises higher than his waist. anything that moves will get... something. the one weapon he could use was left with Spartacus.]
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anxious