Hubert Oswell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raisedbythemilitary) wrote2012-07-07 07:55 am
raisedbythemilitary) wrote2012-07-07 07:55 am
Entry tags:
001 - action/voice
[Action]
[Anyone at the edge of the city might see a young man walking in, visibly upset. Then again, by his state of dress, it's obvious he's a new arrival. Anyone would be upset if they had been stripped of their clothing and have what feels like wings surgically added to their body! More importantly, he wants his weapons back. Not that he doesn't think it could prevail in hand to hand combat, but if he were to be attacked... he doesn't quite want to think about that right now. Though he could pick up some sticks and use them as makeshift weapons. Agh, he's not 10 years old! He can only hope that with his weapons gone, this is a peaceful city, but he's also not that naive! In fact, with is current situation, he believes quite the opposite. His fingers push against the bridge of his glasses as he makes his way to find some answers. And some clothing.]
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[Voice]
[Now have a voice filled with tsun and anger at his situation. At least he seems he figured out how to use this... thing.]
Good day, to whomever receives this message. My name is Lieutenant Hubert Oswell from the Strahtan military. At your convenience, I would like for you to introduce yourself and answer a few of my questions.
[He's not sure if this goes out en masse or to the person who is perhaps behind all of this, so he figures it best to find out rather than aimlessly ask questions to someone who could be a potential enemy.]
[Anyone at the edge of the city might see a young man walking in, visibly upset. Then again, by his state of dress, it's obvious he's a new arrival. Anyone would be upset if they had been stripped of their clothing and have what feels like wings surgically added to their body! More importantly, he wants his weapons back. Not that he doesn't think it could prevail in hand to hand combat, but if he were to be attacked... he doesn't quite want to think about that right now. Though he could pick up some sticks and use them as makeshift weapons. Agh, he's not 10 years old! He can only hope that with his weapons gone, this is a peaceful city, but he's also not that naive! In fact, with is current situation, he believes quite the opposite. His fingers push against the bridge of his glasses as he makes his way to find some answers. And some clothing.]
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[Voice]
[Now have a voice filled with tsun and anger at his situation. At least he seems he figured out how to use this... thing.]
Good day, to whomever receives this message. My name is Lieutenant Hubert Oswell from the Strahtan military. At your convenience, I would like for you to introduce yourself and answer a few of my questions.
[He's not sure if this goes out en masse or to the person who is perhaps behind all of this, so he figures it best to find out rather than aimlessly ask questions to someone who could be a potential enemy.]
[Action]
My apologies. You had an uncanny resemblance to him that drove me to ask.
[Well, so much for that. At least that is out of the way.]
[Action]
I'm sure you have some questions. We can talk while we walk to the plaza.
[Action]
Yes, I have many of them. Given my appearance, you presumed I was new to this place. Does everyone arrive stripped of their weapon and clothing? The same goes to the wings I seem to have acquired.
[Action]
Yes to both of your questions. Sometimes what you were wearing will show up beside you, sometimes in the stores. Don't worry, you won't need to pay to get your items back here. As for the wings...you should take care not to damage them.
[Action]
[Just who are these people who gave him wings to the point he can move them and feel through them?]
[Action]