01 ♔ accidental audio->video
[The first sound you hear is—a sort of wet rustle, actually. How odd. But it's punctuated by a thin whine after a moment—canine?—and then more staticky sounds and shuffling.
Then the image clicks on. And if you guessed "dog's tongue" for the licking sounds, you were right—because there's a closeup of it.
But the object of said affections and owner of this device, a small old man—no, wait, that's a young man with white hair—begins to stir. (There's also a... golden ball with a tail and wings(?!) of grapefruitish size that gets displaced in the process, hovering over him in a concerned sort of fashion.) Scuffed looking, some bandages on him, and sporting quite the fashionable prisoner's uniform—er, a long white tunic, that is. Quite the old and very odd sort of scar jagging down his face, too, with the pentagram on his brow. That left arm looks a little—odd, too. Red like dried blood in color with strange stripe and kunai tattoos winding up his shoulder, looking almost plated and armorlike in his hand.
But pardon him, he's looking utterly baffled at being woken up by the large white dog panting with a slack sort of smile at him.] Ah—
[You know, it's quite possible those rather large silvery eyes can't get any wider.]
—hi there. [But um. Just. Rolling with it and patting the dog on the head out reflex seems as good an idea as any.Erm, alright then.
But beginning to slowly stand (lurching for a moment, like he's off balance—or feverish) and look around, the colors drains from his face. Tense, nervous, eyes flicking quickly to his surroundings (tombstones. church nearby), then lifting his right wrist to blink at the silver bracelet (it seems) there.
—then realizing the new (familiar) weight on his ear when he last remembered there being none.
And there's a marked shift in his expression at that. The flare of shock for a moment, breath caught, but then swallowing hard and quieting, mouth drawing somber and serious. Sobered, he carefully (so carefully) raises a hand to touch the wireless device on his ear.
It's not quite terse, but it's the flatter sort of tone one would adopt with a captor. Stiff. But uncertain.] —Hello?
[But no reason not to have manners when one's just been kidnapped.]
[Quiet, steely, meticulously measured manners.]
Then the image clicks on. And if you guessed "dog's tongue" for the licking sounds, you were right—because there's a closeup of it.
But the object of said affections and owner of this device, a small old man—no, wait, that's a young man with white hair—begins to stir. (There's also a... golden ball with a tail and wings(?!) of grapefruitish size that gets displaced in the process, hovering over him in a concerned sort of fashion.) Scuffed looking, some bandages on him, and sporting quite the fashionable prisoner's uniform—er, a long white tunic, that is. Quite the old and very odd sort of scar jagging down his face, too, with the pentagram on his brow. That left arm looks a little—odd, too. Red like dried blood in color with strange stripe and kunai tattoos winding up his shoulder, looking almost plated and armorlike in his hand.
But pardon him, he's looking utterly baffled at being woken up by the large white dog panting with a slack sort of smile at him.] Ah—
[You know, it's quite possible those rather large silvery eyes can't get any wider.]
—hi there. [But um. Just. Rolling with it and patting the dog on the head out reflex seems as good an idea as any.
But beginning to slowly stand (lurching for a moment, like he's off balance—or feverish) and look around, the colors drains from his face. Tense, nervous, eyes flicking quickly to his surroundings (tombstones. church nearby), then lifting his right wrist to blink at the silver bracelet (it seems) there.
—then realizing the new (familiar) weight on his ear when he last remembered there being none.
And there's a marked shift in his expression at that. The flare of shock for a moment, breath caught, but then swallowing hard and quieting, mouth drawing somber and serious. Sobered, he carefully (so carefully) raises a hand to touch the wireless device on his ear.
It's not quite terse, but it's the flatter sort of tone one would adopt with a captor. Stiff. But uncertain.] —Hello?
[But no reason not to have manners when one's just been kidnapped.]
[Quiet, steely, meticulously measured manners.]