[In some dark corner of the city, in an alley closed off by a wrought-iron gate, an elf covered head to toe in markings was pacing back and forth with a hand to his chin, scowling like someone had kicked his puppy. Should you watch this go on for a little longer, you'll see him soon turn to the gate and huff out a breath as he appears to prepare for something.
His sternum glows along with it the markings all over his skin. His face contorts in pain but he ignores it and moves towards the fence...
...and slams right into it with a resounding thunk.
One would think after an hour or two of this he would give up, but instead he feels nothing but an increase in frustration at his situation. The burning sensation in his chest is oh so familiar, which doesn't help much in the way of his anger. He doesn't even realize he's practically growling as he bends at the knee, gripping his chest until a large crystalline spike juts out of his shoulder.]
Kaffas.
"enjoying" the festivities
[It's far too crowded here and people wouldn't stop staring at his ears. Nothing particularly new, truthfully, but in such a dizzying new place where the surreality of the situation was constantly looming over him it certainly wasn't helping his mood any.
Also, his stomach grumbled. Hence why he scurries through the gathering crowds until he spots something he's very familiar with. Apples. He really just wants something in his stomach for now and he very much enjoys a good apple.
When he's given his order after it's paid for, however, he's surprised to see it's actually a candy apple. Candied with what? He can't quite tell what the sticky and thick coating is. Or what exactly is sprinkled atop it. Nuts? No...those aren't nuts. Perhaps if he were able to read he would have realized it was anything but an ordinary apple.]
...Insects?
[He just wanted an apple.]
the network/safe house
[He finds himself back at the safe house for now. While he'll sleep here if he's nearby he won't make it a habit to linger for too long. Today, however, he's held up trying to figure out how this whole neural networking thing works. Or rather, how to get it to stop working.
He sees windows and text but he can't make them go away. He tries swatting at them but it doesn't quite work. And once he realizes the sheer amount of text involved he becomes even more annoyed. He curses under his breath.]
Is there anything worthwhile even being said?
[Because for the most part he can't read. And that might be an issue.]
Fenris | Dragon Age | ota
[In some dark corner of the city, in an alley closed off by a wrought-iron gate, an elf covered head to toe in markings was pacing back and forth with a hand to his chin, scowling like someone had kicked his puppy. Should you watch this go on for a little longer, you'll see him soon turn to the gate and huff out a breath as he appears to prepare for something.
His sternum glows along with it the markings all over his skin. His face contorts in pain but he ignores it and moves towards the fence...
...and slams right into it with a resounding thunk.
One would think after an hour or two of this he would give up, but instead he feels nothing but an increase in frustration at his situation. The burning sensation in his chest is oh so familiar, which doesn't help much in the way of his anger. He doesn't even realize he's practically growling as he bends at the knee, gripping his chest until a large crystalline spike juts out of his shoulder.]
Kaffas.
"enjoying" the festivities
[It's far too crowded here and people wouldn't stop staring at his ears. Nothing particularly new, truthfully, but in such a dizzying new place where the surreality of the situation was constantly looming over him it certainly wasn't helping his mood any.
Also, his stomach grumbled. Hence why he scurries through the gathering crowds until he spots something he's very familiar with. Apples. He really just wants something in his stomach for now and he very much enjoys a good apple.
When he's given his order after it's paid for, however, he's surprised to see it's actually a candy apple. Candied with what? He can't quite tell what the sticky and thick coating is. Or what exactly is sprinkled atop it. Nuts? No...those aren't nuts. Perhaps if he were able to read he would have realized it was anything but an ordinary apple.]
...Insects?
[He just wanted an apple.]
the network/safe house
[He finds himself back at the safe house for now. While he'll sleep here if he's nearby he won't make it a habit to linger for too long. Today, however, he's held up trying to figure out how this whole neural networking thing works. Or rather, how to get it to stop working.
He sees windows and text but he can't make them go away. He tries swatting at them but it doesn't quite work. And once he realizes the sheer amount of text involved he becomes even more annoyed. He curses under his breath.]
Is there anything worthwhile even being said?
[Because for the most part he can't read. And that might be an issue.]