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[The man is young. His dark hair hangs around and in his pale face, forming a cap, brushing his shoulders, dripping fluid from its ends. The hospital gown he wears is just as wet; it clings to his thin frame. He's shivering, and his eyes, when he shows them, look wide and shocked.
It didn't take him long to find the computers, and now, he's been at them for a few minutes. The system is unusual, alien enough that figuring it out wasn't automatic, but ultimately intuitive in a way that makes it possible for him to operate it without much trouble. He tries to type on the semblance of a keyboard that materializes in front of him, but his fingers aren't nimble yet, and they shake too hard, missing the intended keys. The cold makes his limbs ache.
Because this situation won't improve until he's warmer, he makes a quick decision to try something else. What's happening--whatever this is--seems unlikely to have much to do with Kira; if Kira had resources like this, they would have been set against him long ago. Names on a few of the chambers in the room where he woke up give him pause, but those people don't seem to be awake yet themselves. It isn't safe to send out a video call; he's relatively certain it never will be, at least not without introducing layers of obfuscation. Nonetheless, he can't type, so a video call is his best option at the moment, if anyone is there to receive it.
He lets his drenched hair fall into his face and tries to lean in close--maybe his whole face won't be seen. His voice is low, serious; he tries not to sound as vulnerable as he feels.]
Is anybody there? My name is R-ryuuga. I n-n-need help. Inf-information.
[He pauses to inhale a deep breath, shuddering. The choice of alias is based both on the names he saw in the first room, and the idea that there's a chance he can convince his abductors that they have the wrong man.]
Please.
[OOC: Sleep time! More tags tomorrow!]
It didn't take him long to find the computers, and now, he's been at them for a few minutes. The system is unusual, alien enough that figuring it out wasn't automatic, but ultimately intuitive in a way that makes it possible for him to operate it without much trouble. He tries to type on the semblance of a keyboard that materializes in front of him, but his fingers aren't nimble yet, and they shake too hard, missing the intended keys. The cold makes his limbs ache.
Because this situation won't improve until he's warmer, he makes a quick decision to try something else. What's happening--whatever this is--seems unlikely to have much to do with Kira; if Kira had resources like this, they would have been set against him long ago. Names on a few of the chambers in the room where he woke up give him pause, but those people don't seem to be awake yet themselves. It isn't safe to send out a video call; he's relatively certain it never will be, at least not without introducing layers of obfuscation. Nonetheless, he can't type, so a video call is his best option at the moment, if anyone is there to receive it.
He lets his drenched hair fall into his face and tries to lean in close--maybe his whole face won't be seen. His voice is low, serious; he tries not to sound as vulnerable as he feels.]
Is anybody there? My name is R-ryuuga. I n-n-need help. Inf-information.
[He pauses to inhale a deep breath, shuddering. The choice of alias is based both on the names he saw in the first room, and the idea that there's a chance he can convince his abductors that they have the wrong man.]
Please.
[OOC: Sleep time! More tags tomorrow!]