001 .::. [Video/Text] .::.
[It was probably not the best way to start his day, waking up in a morgue, with little more than a paper gown. Luckily, Kenshin's resourceful enough to have found some clothes by now, despite mostly keeping to himself.
He's explored a bit of the First District in the past few hours, despite his unease about the place and his lack of ever present sakabatou. That has been the one thing he hasn't found in this city. Clothes were one thing, but he knew well enough that finding anything that resembled a sakabatou wherever this was was likely an impossibility. Overall, it's been a touch overwhelming.
Currently, he's trying his technology impaired hardest to figure out the phone he found sitting on his chest in the city's morgue. He activates the text function first somehow, his thumbs slipping over the keys awkwardly.]
aawhere amipksn
[Send. WAIT. No. Where did the message go? There's a bit of fumbling as his brows crease. How is he supposed to use this? WHAT is this? He's never seen anything like it, but he knows it belongs to him at least. He clicks the video next, the view only showing the table initially before it switches to the front camera. When his face is finally visible he exhales a long sigh, his brows creasing upwards in a sign of exasperation.]
Maaaaaa. This is useless. [Sorry phone, You are just not up to his standards of usefullness. Technology is for losers.] This one has wasted enough time trying to figure this out. This one has not even seen anyone in this place yet. [He frowns at the phone again before the video is cut off, likely as a result of more inept fumbling.]
He's explored a bit of the First District in the past few hours, despite his unease about the place and his lack of ever present sakabatou. That has been the one thing he hasn't found in this city. Clothes were one thing, but he knew well enough that finding anything that resembled a sakabatou wherever this was was likely an impossibility. Overall, it's been a touch overwhelming.
Currently, he's trying his technology impaired hardest to figure out the phone he found sitting on his chest in the city's morgue. He activates the text function first somehow, his thumbs slipping over the keys awkwardly.]
aawhere amipksn
[Send. WAIT. No. Where did the message go? There's a bit of fumbling as his brows crease. How is he supposed to use this? WHAT is this? He's never seen anything like it, but he knows it belongs to him at least. He clicks the video next, the view only showing the table initially before it switches to the front camera. When his face is finally visible he exhales a long sigh, his brows creasing upwards in a sign of exasperation.]
Maaaaaa. This is useless. [Sorry phone, You are just not up to his standards of usefullness. Technology is for losers.] This one has wasted enough time trying to figure this out. This one has not even seen anyone in this place yet. [He frowns at the phone again before the video is cut off, likely as a result of more inept fumbling.]