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driftfleet2015-04-12 03:57 pm
peacockherald) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-12 03:57 pm
Entry tags:
video | wrong turn at albuquerque
Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Video, Fleet Wide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: After waking up & the week of April 12–18
[ Vanyel comes awake slowly, head pounding, feeling like he had just spent a week recovering from magic sickness, though at least he didn't feel the need to vomit. Blinking, he looks around the room, sitting up gingerly, clearly cautious. Looking down at himself, he's not surprised to see his Whites (which to anyone else would look medieval, a period costume), perfect and pristine, boots sitting at the end of the bed, polished within an inch of their life.
Over a series of long moments, those watching can see the realization dawn on his face that whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. Not the metal walls, or the sheets that covered him. Eyes dart around, trying to make sense of it all, lips set in a hard line. Vanyel suddenly stops, eyes glazing as if far away, his already pale skin paling further, hands shaking some in his lap, head hanging and his dark hair falling forward to shield his face. It takes several long moments for him to come out what could only be shock.
He swung his feet over the edge, reaching for his boots, tugging them on before standing. Clearly he has no idea his every move is being broadcasted. He sat there, rubbing his hands against his thighs. ]
It was to much to hope for, I suppose...
[ Another pause, gathering thoughts. ]
If anyone is there, my name is Vanyel Ashkevron.
[ Now why would he do that? Perhaps this has happened before? Or maybe he expects guards outside the door. Anything was truly possible. ]
And I would very much like to know where I am.
Broadcast: Video, Fleet Wide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: After waking up & the week of April 12–18
[ Vanyel comes awake slowly, head pounding, feeling like he had just spent a week recovering from magic sickness, though at least he didn't feel the need to vomit. Blinking, he looks around the room, sitting up gingerly, clearly cautious. Looking down at himself, he's not surprised to see his Whites (which to anyone else would look medieval, a period costume), perfect and pristine, boots sitting at the end of the bed, polished within an inch of their life.
Over a series of long moments, those watching can see the realization dawn on his face that whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. Not the metal walls, or the sheets that covered him. Eyes dart around, trying to make sense of it all, lips set in a hard line. Vanyel suddenly stops, eyes glazing as if far away, his already pale skin paling further, hands shaking some in his lap, head hanging and his dark hair falling forward to shield his face. It takes several long moments for him to come out what could only be shock.
He swung his feet over the edge, reaching for his boots, tugging them on before standing. Clearly he has no idea his every move is being broadcasted. He sat there, rubbing his hands against his thighs. ]
It was to much to hope for, I suppose...
[ Another pause, gathering thoughts. ]
If anyone is there, my name is Vanyel Ashkevron.
[ Now why would he do that? Perhaps this has happened before? Or maybe he expects guards outside the door. Anything was truly possible. ]
And I would very much like to know where I am.
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I wasn't there much longer than a day or so. Wait is, more the less, the operative word.
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[ A heavy sigh, not all pleased with the answer, but what could he do? ]
Well, I suppose I can use the time to practice my magics.
[ He held up his hand, a softly glowing orb appearing, one of his mage lights. He could feel the draw, and knew in an instant there were no nodes, as there had not been in Paradisa. He would get no more silver in his hair, but he would need to be more aware of his use. ]
Do you still research as you did in Paradisa?
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[ A small, breathy laugh leaves him at that. Yes, they had been rather spoiled in Paradisa, hadn't they? ]
Which I am sure has been absolutely no trouble for you. I have never been bored in your presence before, after all.
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Some people may have different standards, but I don't exactly need to please everyone. [That might be half a lie]
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Confidence was ever part of your charm, Felix.
I cannot wait to see you in person, my friend.
[ It would make this all easier to accept, easier to touch the other man and know he was real. ]