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[The landing jolts the PDA to life. Like the first time, it's in his breast pocket, the flap occasionally obscuring the video.
Alex is... moving. There doesn't seem to be any clear destination in mind though. Just speeding through the streets, up the sides of sturdier buildings, clearing various obstacles and then hurtling himself off and gliding through the air like some great and terrible flying squirrel. Occasionally he'll propel himself rapidly forward before gliding a little longer and landing heavily on the already horribly cracked streets.
Eventually the scenery starts to look the same. It seems this is Alex's version of a morning jog- running laps around the city, learning the various landmarks, and honing his skills while clearing his mind of his own dark thoughts.
He needs to focus.
He needs to be ready.
He also needs to be careful not to plow through various lamp posts, sending them hurtling through the air.
...Whoops.]
Son of a bitch...
[Alex pauses for moment, then begins to gather up the wrought iron lamp posts, carrying them as if they weigh hardly anything to him, and then takes off, running towards a stone church that still seems to be intact other than a massive hole in a roof. He runs up the side of the steeple, and tosses the iron posts through a circular opening into the belltower before slipping in himself.
The... room is simple, cluttered with various raw materials Alex has been collecting. The odd thing someone on the observant side might notice is that there's no food supplies even though Alex has no trouble getting such things from Credinta. And no sign of any kind of sleeping area. Eventually the feed is jolted off when Alex drops out of the opening onto the street below.]
Alex is... moving. There doesn't seem to be any clear destination in mind though. Just speeding through the streets, up the sides of sturdier buildings, clearing various obstacles and then hurtling himself off and gliding through the air like some great and terrible flying squirrel. Occasionally he'll propel himself rapidly forward before gliding a little longer and landing heavily on the already horribly cracked streets.
Eventually the scenery starts to look the same. It seems this is Alex's version of a morning jog- running laps around the city, learning the various landmarks, and honing his skills while clearing his mind of his own dark thoughts.
He needs to focus.
He needs to be ready.
He also needs to be careful not to plow through various lamp posts, sending them hurtling through the air.
...Whoops.]
Son of a bitch...
[Alex pauses for moment, then begins to gather up the wrought iron lamp posts, carrying them as if they weigh hardly anything to him, and then takes off, running towards a stone church that still seems to be intact other than a massive hole in a roof. He runs up the side of the steeple, and tosses the iron posts through a circular opening into the belltower before slipping in himself.
The... room is simple, cluttered with various raw materials Alex has been collecting. The odd thing someone on the observant side might notice is that there's no food supplies even though Alex has no trouble getting such things from Credinta. And no sign of any kind of sleeping area. Eventually the feed is jolted off when Alex drops out of the opening onto the street below.]