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
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[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.]
[Voice]
[She sighs for a moment, then shakes her head. There's no point dwelling on the past. If he didn't keep his memories, they'll just have to make new ones.]
Luceti. That's what this place is called.
[Voice]
[He's honestly confused at what she's saying. Is something about his current state of dress and these feathers supposed to trigger any memory?]
I'm afraid I don't recall such a place known as 'Luceti'.
[Voice]
Luceti isn't on Efinea or Fodra. This is another world entirely. All the residents were taken here against their will.
[Voice]
[Brb, thinking of the comic book he's read.]
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[Trying his very hardest to be all srs right now. He just wants to know if there's cool robots, superheros, trolls, you know, normal stuff...]
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