-Video(/action?)-
*Here we see the Des in his not so natural habitat. His room is a strange hodgepodge of what looks like gray stone walls with a pile of pillows in a corner and a very fancy mansion-like look to another side. Barely visible is a stark white wall, plain and featureless. His bed is now the Animus 2.0, a bright orange glorified arm chair not really that suitable for sleeping.
But that's ok. He hasn't slept in a few days.
Sighing, he looks to the communicator and curses under his breath, snatching it up and cutting the feed a moment*
*It picks back up with him actually looking at it. He looks to be sitting on...a church steeple? He found a tower and climbed it, more or less. Where it came from he has no idea since it wasn't there before he's CERTAIN, and it looks way too much like one across from the Basilica di San Marco circa the late 1400's. He looks rather tired, and just slightly irritated.*
OK what the hell is going on? Seriously I'm getting really sick of this...whatever the hell. *rubs his face* Insight? anyone?
But that's ok. He hasn't slept in a few days.
Sighing, he looks to the communicator and curses under his breath, snatching it up and cutting the feed a moment*
*It picks back up with him actually looking at it. He looks to be sitting on...a church steeple? He found a tower and climbed it, more or less. Where it came from he has no idea since it wasn't there before he's CERTAIN, and it looks way too much like one across from the Basilica di San Marco circa the late 1400's. He looks rather tired, and just slightly irritated.*
OK what the hell is going on? Seriously I'm getting really sick of this...whatever the hell. *rubs his face* Insight? anyone?