First Command | Video
[He jerks as he wakes, the phone on his chest sliding off and clicking on. It’s completely ignored by its new owner who neither knows what it is nor cares at that exact moment. His eyes narrow in the darkness, hands shifting to press against the material-is he captured? Why would they put him in a bag? Much less one so flimsy.]
What nonsense is this?
[Desolas wastes no time in putting his talons to good use, digging one into the material and shredding a hole in said bag. He growls in annoyance, his movements growing quick and careless as he completely decimates the bag. Once free of his containment, he casts what’s left of it aside, the phone clattering instead to the floor as he addresses the empty morgue.]
This is clearly not Shanxi. For what purpose have I been brought here? [He doesn’t wait for a response before he continues with a flare of his mandibles.] I demand answers.
What nonsense is this?
[Desolas wastes no time in putting his talons to good use, digging one into the material and shredding a hole in said bag. He growls in annoyance, his movements growing quick and careless as he completely decimates the bag. Once free of his containment, he casts what’s left of it aside, the phone clattering instead to the floor as he addresses the empty morgue.]
This is clearly not Shanxi. For what purpose have I been brought here? [He doesn’t wait for a response before he continues with a flare of his mandibles.] I demand answers.