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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.]
[Action B] For maximum derpitude. /casually breaks hiatus
There was a small, blue, chicken-thing running down the corridor. It was clucking furiously.
... No further than a few paces behind it is Link, the ever-androgynous not-really-an-elf Hero of Time. Fully equipped, and--
Nope, missed it. The blue Cucco decides it would be a really COOL idea to hide under the Terminal John is presently occupying. ... Yeah. There are probably weirder things? ]
...
[ Cojiroooo no this wasn't supposed to work like this. Bad chicken. Link is suddenly realizing the Terminal is occupied, too. And staring. ]
Ah...
[Action B] hehehe
[Or is this some kind of cosplayer.]
[He points to the Cucco.]
Lose something?
[Action B] derpin' all the hurr
Definitely not what needs to happen here. ]
... Oh.
[ .... Said tiny blue Cucco seems pretty content to hide under the Terminal near your feet, John. ]
I... suppose so.
[ It's the heat, you see. The Terminal is really just nice and warm... sigh. Okay, people. Speaking! They can do this. Spooked cucco. Just gotta calm it down and get it OUT. ]
I apologize for the inconvenience, but... would you mind moving so I might be able to retrieve him?
[Action B]
[He closes out of the network and shuffles away from the terminal, still giving Link a very curious look.]
[action forever]
foists it above their headholds it gently, a bit sheepish, still.... You know, the weapons this guy is decked out in? Kinda too realistic to be cosplay. Unless they've got a lot of money. ]
... I am sorry, one of the monsters here spooked him. This went a lot better than his first encounter with one of these devices, at least.
My name is Link, by the way. It is nice to meet you.
WOW THANKS FOR NOT POSTING THIS LAST NIGHT DW. :|
Is it really?