1 [ video; 01/11 ]
[ The communicator flicks on and Anders is reclining in the desk chair in front of it, doing his very best to look like he's comfortable in his surroundings. This is hilariously far from the truth, but there's something to be said for making a good show of it anyway. He's apparently not had time to go looking for new clothing, as his is still badly worn, patchy, held together in places by what appear to be medical bandages, and topped off with a distinctly out-of-place set of feathered pauldrons. Many ravens died to make that armored mistake.
However, he does seem to be in a much better mood than he was upon arrival - or at least, he's faking it well. There's a pinched look around his eyes that isn't as relaxed and amused as the rest of his face is trying for, and his fingers drum on his stomach with nervous energy. ]
So. Death City. Not the most inviting of names, is it? Anything with the word death in it is going to be off-putting, really. It could only be worse if they'd stuck 'marsh' in there as well, though that's thankfully quite unlikely, considering the climate. [ A brief grimace perfectly showcases Anders' thoughts on living in a desert. ] Name aside, though, I can't say this place does a whole lot for me even so. The war bit isn't so bad, I suppose, though I'd have appreciated some sort of prior notice. It's really the emphasis on martial prowess that's most bothersome - it's hard enough for me to remember where the pointy end goes, let along actually fighting. This 'BREW' thing's sense of humor is just awful, kidnapping a mage and then robbing him of his Maker-given ability to throw fireballs around like Feastday ribbons. I'm not quite sure what exactly they expect me to do around here.
[ Anders trails off unexpectedly, like he's lost his train of thought. He frowns and cocks his head to the side, listening to something just outside of his range of hearing. A half second later, he refocuses his attention, scrubbing briefly at his face as he leans forward in the chair, elbows on his knees. ]
Anyway; I'm Anders, I am apparently a 'Meister', I'm still not convinced this isn't a extremely bad dream, and I don't know how to stop this 'communicator' from making bothersome sounds while I'm sleeping. Frankly I still don't even know what this thing is, but I'm happy to work it out one step at a time.
[ Evidently proficient enough to turn his camera off, Anders does just that. ]
However, he does seem to be in a much better mood than he was upon arrival - or at least, he's faking it well. There's a pinched look around his eyes that isn't as relaxed and amused as the rest of his face is trying for, and his fingers drum on his stomach with nervous energy. ]
So. Death City. Not the most inviting of names, is it? Anything with the word death in it is going to be off-putting, really. It could only be worse if they'd stuck 'marsh' in there as well, though that's thankfully quite unlikely, considering the climate. [ A brief grimace perfectly showcases Anders' thoughts on living in a desert. ] Name aside, though, I can't say this place does a whole lot for me even so. The war bit isn't so bad, I suppose, though I'd have appreciated some sort of prior notice. It's really the emphasis on martial prowess that's most bothersome - it's hard enough for me to remember where the pointy end goes, let along actually fighting. This 'BREW' thing's sense of humor is just awful, kidnapping a mage and then robbing him of his Maker-given ability to throw fireballs around like Feastday ribbons. I'm not quite sure what exactly they expect me to do around here.
[ Anders trails off unexpectedly, like he's lost his train of thought. He frowns and cocks his head to the side, listening to something just outside of his range of hearing. A half second later, he refocuses his attention, scrubbing briefly at his face as he leans forward in the chair, elbows on his knees. ]
Anyway; I'm Anders, I am apparently a 'Meister', I'm still not convinced this isn't a extremely bad dream, and I don't know how to stop this 'communicator' from making bothersome sounds while I'm sleeping. Frankly I still don't even know what this thing is, but I'm happy to work it out one step at a time.
[ Evidently proficient enough to turn his camera off, Anders does just that. ]