Syre Atries (
removeimpurity) wrote2012-05-21 12:04 am
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First Incision [(Accidental) Video/Action]
[The journal begins broadcasting abruptly, the angle of the video skewed. In the tall grasses of the forest, there is a brunette woman stirring restlessly in her unconsciousness; a New Feather, judging by the white sundress she's wearing.]
[From what the camera can catch of her face, her expression is one of distress, her brow furrowed faintly. Then, a soft murmur:]
Stay... back. Away... from me...
[There are faint whimpers and murmurs after that, ones that sound like a person clearly afraid, before, suddenly, the woman's eyes snap open and a sharp gasp leaves her mouth.]
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
[From what the camera can catch of her face, her expression is one of distress, her brow furrowed faintly. Then, a soft murmur:]
Stay... back. Away... from me...
[There are faint whimpers and murmurs after that, ones that sound like a person clearly afraid, before, suddenly, the woman's eyes snap open and a sharp gasp leaves her mouth.]
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
[Action] | Early morning because I do what I want C8
... Of course, such a figure might do a good job of attracting Syre's attention on its own, but Robert notices her (and her dark shade, which is a welcome sight in Luceti) relatively quickly. She is new - he can tell that immediately.]
... S-Salutations...?
[His voice is wary, but he doesn't want to leave anybody stranded in a strange place if he can help it.]
BECAUSE DOING WHAT YOU WANT IS FUN, DAMMIT
Indeed it is 83
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[ The new feather sundress gives it away. ]
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[action] Pretend this isn't super late /fails
[Action] Not late at all! 83b
[Action] :3 <3!
[Action] ... :3c Now it's my turn to be late~