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[Voice]
[ It's been over a week since Firo arrived in Luceti. Most of that time was spent in a frantic search for some way out; he refuses to believe he's truly trapped. Even if people were right when they said time froze back home, the fear that they were wrong and simple homesickness were driving him crazy.
But days of frantic searching and exploration have taken their toll. His voice when it comes over the journal is tired and tainted by annoyance. ]
So, what exactly can anybody tell me about this 'barrier' out there? Has anybody tried breakin' through somehow?
[ There's a pause and the sound of his fingers drumming on a tabletop ]
Oh- and since I just got here I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Firo Prochainezo. Nothin' personal, but I'm not exactly pleased to be meetin' any of you.
[ After fumbling about for a few moments he manages to turn the thing off. ]
[Action]
[ After his journal post, Firo will be wandering through the village, trying to get acquainted with his surroundings. Most of his time in Luceti has been spent out in the woods, so most things in the village seem new. He roams around, staring at everything through a baffled haze. While he's exploring the whole bazaar area, his attention will be repeatedly snagged by the weapons shop and a strangely familiar knife.
All the running around for the past few days has him looking a little worse for the wear; his clothes and hair are a bit untidy, though he looks a lot better than he had for the past few days. He's not yet comfortable with the wings and has tried to keep them hidden from view under his shirt. ]
[ It's been over a week since Firo arrived in Luceti. Most of that time was spent in a frantic search for some way out; he refuses to believe he's truly trapped. Even if people were right when they said time froze back home, the fear that they were wrong and simple homesickness were driving him crazy.
But days of frantic searching and exploration have taken their toll. His voice when it comes over the journal is tired and tainted by annoyance. ]
So, what exactly can anybody tell me about this 'barrier' out there? Has anybody tried breakin' through somehow?
[ There's a pause and the sound of his fingers drumming on a tabletop ]
Oh- and since I just got here I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Firo Prochainezo. Nothin' personal, but I'm not exactly pleased to be meetin' any of you.
[ After fumbling about for a few moments he manages to turn the thing off. ]
[Action]
[ After his journal post, Firo will be wandering through the village, trying to get acquainted with his surroundings. Most of his time in Luceti has been spent out in the woods, so most things in the village seem new. He roams around, staring at everything through a baffled haze. While he's exploring the whole bazaar area, his attention will be repeatedly snagged by the weapons shop and a strangely familiar knife.
All the running around for the past few days has him looking a little worse for the wear; his clothes and hair are a bit untidy, though he looks a lot better than he had for the past few days. He's not yet comfortable with the wings and has tried to keep them hidden from view under his shirt. ]