Apr 06, 2010 15:16
[ The screen crackles a bit, and Fang's scowling face comes into view. He looks stoic and serious, but don't worry, that's just his default expression. He's relatively technologically savvy - as technologically savvy as his station in life allows, at least - but this device is pretty crazy.
Still, he's able to figure it out soon enough. The static dissipates, giving a more clear view of Fang's youthful, harrowed face; a worried line creases his brow, strained concern at the corners of his frowning mouth. He looks a little jittery. Confined. ]
A video blog, huh? Helpful.
Any information would be, yanno, great. This is a pretty wild dream, even for me, and I've lived a pretty wild life. Outer space? Giant space stations? What is this, a Star Trek convention?
[ Sigh. Blogging has been a useful tool in the past, but at the moment he's finding it difficult. What with the loss of his flock, and the destruction of his planet and all. ]
Whatever.
[ He reaches to shut off the feed, but anyone with a good eye will notice the strange gesture he makes with his free hand - a secret sign that only a select few eyes would understand - before the video snaps off. ]
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