First Teleport | Video OTA
*A few hours after having woken up in a freezer of the morgue, Azazel had taken hold of a nice blanket and hospital scrub pants. He holds the blanket close around himself and fiddles with the odd communication device before it flickers on with video feed. It must be some kind of communication device. Wireless. Impressive. Years ahead of Azazel's time line.
He swallows hard and his devil's tail curls up into view behind him. Obviously, his most notable feature is his red skin. Firetruck red skin, along with scars littering his face, arms and chest, or what you could see of it under the blanket.*
I am reaching out for my comrades. *his voice drips heavy with a Russian accent* Comrades, if you can hear me, it is I, Azazel. Please, let me know of your location.
He swallows hard and his devil's tail curls up into view behind him. Obviously, his most notable feature is his red skin. Firetruck red skin, along with scars littering his face, arms and chest, or what you could see of it under the blanket.*
I am reaching out for my comrades. *his voice drips heavy with a Russian accent* Comrades, if you can hear me, it is I, Azazel. Please, let me know of your location.