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animus_network2012-07-31 04:30 pm
grislytragedian) wrote in animus_network2012-07-31 04:30 pm
First Specter; Text/Action
Text A;
I find it a little weird that I was supposedly saved from the apocalypse when the apocalypse already came and went several hours ago.
Little late to the party there, mysterious letter-writer.
But whatever.
Accidents happen, nobody is perfect, and by the way: you have horrible taste in accessories.
To be honest, I am slightly more concerned with the fact that I appear to be alive again.
So I am guessing that I was either lied to or some other, outside force interferred with the way things were supposed to go.
Because this place seems like a far cry from what I was promised.
Or perhaps this is
[Nope, changed his mind apparently, abrupt subject change is a-go!]
Dave, Rose, Jade, please let me know if you ended up here as well, hopefully the four of us together will be able to figure this shit out.
And if someone would be willing to give me a more in-depth low-down of this place, I would appreciate it.
The letter was informative and all but I think a first-hand account might be better in this case.
In addition, I seem to find myself in need of a blacksmith or anyone who deals with weapons repair.
Alternatively: the location of the nearest alchemiter.
It seems that our kind, anonmyous host decided to break my weapon and shove it into a trunk when they saved my life.
And I would really rather not be caught unarmed.
Oh, and one more thing.
If anyone happens to run across a larger-than-average, bipedal, yellow salamander, please let me know.
Losing functionality of my sylladex seems to have made me lose track of Cheryl again.
Action B;
[A short boy in a rather dark outfit can be found wandering around the dormitory levels. It seems that he doesn't want to stray too far and chance getting lost or losing terminal access in case somebody answers his questions. He's clearly looking for something, pausing at every nook and cranny and looking behind every terminal he passes. Fortunately, he refrains from trying to barge into anybody's room. The search for hisloving daughter salamander hasn't gotten quite that desperate yet.]
[Won't it be sad when he finally realizes she isn't here?]
[Feel free to bother him, it's not like he has anything that's actually important to do right now.]
I find it a little weird that I was supposedly saved from the apocalypse when the apocalypse already came and went several hours ago.
Little late to the party there, mysterious letter-writer.
But whatever.
Accidents happen, nobody is perfect, and by the way: you have horrible taste in accessories.
To be honest, I am slightly more concerned with the fact that I appear to be alive again.
So I am guessing that I was either lied to or some other, outside force interferred with the way things were supposed to go.
Because this place seems like a far cry from what I was promised.
Or perhaps this is
[Nope, changed his mind apparently, abrupt subject change is a-go!]
Dave, Rose, Jade, please let me know if you ended up here as well, hopefully the four of us together will be able to figure this shit out.
And if someone would be willing to give me a more in-depth low-down of this place, I would appreciate it.
The letter was informative and all but I think a first-hand account might be better in this case.
In addition, I seem to find myself in need of a blacksmith or anyone who deals with weapons repair.
Alternatively: the location of the nearest alchemiter.
It seems that our kind, anonmyous host decided to break my weapon and shove it into a trunk when they saved my life.
And I would really rather not be caught unarmed.
Oh, and one more thing.
If anyone happens to run across a larger-than-average, bipedal, yellow salamander, please let me know.
Losing functionality of my sylladex seems to have made me lose track of Cheryl again.
Action B;
[A short boy in a rather dark outfit can be found wandering around the dormitory levels. It seems that he doesn't want to stray too far and chance getting lost or losing terminal access in case somebody answers his questions. He's clearly looking for something, pausing at every nook and cranny and looking behind every terminal he passes. Fortunately, he refrains from trying to barge into anybody's room. The search for his
[Won't it be sad when he finally realizes she isn't here?]
[Feel free to bother him, it's not like he has anything that's actually important to do right now.]
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Well I suppose that's a good enough reason to go.
I am not exactly keen on dying again.
Though again I find myself wondering, does that mean that everyone here is dead?
Have we been reanimated by collar tube goo?
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[Well that clears a few things up at least. Chances are, Typheus didn't lie to him about the whole "dying will ultimately save you" thing.]
Thank you, by the way.
I appreciate the answers.
And the fact that you will keep an eye out for Cheryl.
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My name's Aleph. What's yours?
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John Lalonde, specifically.
Nice to meet you.
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Thank you.
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That's the best news I have heard all day, to be honest.
I will have to check that out in a little bit.
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Hehehe, well it will depend on her taste in movies.
But I will keep that in mind all the same.
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