Oct 25, 2011 22:25
[ It hasn't taken him long to get a feel for his new surroundings - to take in details and commit them to the most sacred parts of his memory for later retrieval. There's a lingering curiosity that has him eager to explore more, but he resists. Calms it in favor of turning his attention on the device he'd been given.
He sits silently in one of gloomy corner of the Central Neutral Zone. One knee is drawn up, enough to keep it within the small stretch of shadow and the other is out-stretched, the sole of one worn boot just shy of touching the edge of the darkness. On either side of him, his tonfa rest. Close and at hand, ready to fall in to his hands at even the smallest of sound. One hand hoovers over one of the unfamiliar weapons and the other turns the strange device (his new phone) in his hand. Studying it with furrowed brows.
When he speaks, his voice is low - thoughtful musings to himself. ]
... how does one contain such powerful sorcery within such a small contraption? [ He pulls the device closer, so the glow casts a strange, eerie light across the dark eyes and hooded face. ] Perhaps it is a trick of the mind, like this place. [ Pulling the device away, he frowns, confused, uncertain as his thumb brushes a few numbers on the screen. ] ..and these characters, I am not familiar with them.
c: flynn scifo,
malik al-sayf