001 ✧ [Action/Voice]
[ It had been late afternoon when the musicbox took him, and really, he had taken it well enough. He didn't waste any time, at least- a quick once-over revealed nothing out of place save for a key and a strange... Blastia? that he was sure hadn't been on his person when he'd returned to his room. No matter. Familiarizing oneself with the surroundings wasn't the worst course of action one could take when faced with such a situation. ]
[ At least, that had been his intent. But quickly he realizes that despite ignoring him completely other than a few sharp looks at his sword, the locals don't seem antagonistic, and the city is... well, there's nothing pressing, is the thing. It's certainly nowhere on Terca Lumireis he's seen- certainly not Terca Lumireis at all, for the matter. No looming threat of the end of the world or an Empire slowly regaining its footing. He can't remember off the top of his head the last time he's had a free moment like this. ]
[ He's now standing at the edge of the city pier with the current time closer to evening, having headed eastward from from City Hall and followed the river/canal to the beach mostly on autopilot and out of a vague sense of curiosity. Zaphias wasn't nearly so close to the ocean, and the size and construction of this city didn't suggest a port. Amongst other things. ]
[ A moment passes before he pulls out the strange object from before- he has an idea what it might be for now, after hearing voices come through earlier. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little self-conscious speaking to nothing in particular, though none of it shows in his tone, politely inquiring but with a hint of a commanding edge behind it. ]
Hello? Can anyone hear this? I would be grateful for your assistance.
If I may ask, where are we, and why have we been brought here? I'm afraid the people of this city haven't been very forthcoming with details.
[ And here the edge becomes a little more noticible. ]
Beyond that, how do we get back?
[ ...Yes, he did not, in his purposeful striding about, ever run across the noticeboard. ]
[ At least, that had been his intent. But quickly he realizes that despite ignoring him completely other than a few sharp looks at his sword, the locals don't seem antagonistic, and the city is... well, there's nothing pressing, is the thing. It's certainly nowhere on Terca Lumireis he's seen- certainly not Terca Lumireis at all, for the matter. No looming threat of the end of the world or an Empire slowly regaining its footing. He can't remember off the top of his head the last time he's had a free moment like this. ]
[ He's now standing at the edge of the city pier with the current time closer to evening, having headed eastward from from City Hall and followed the river/canal to the beach mostly on autopilot and out of a vague sense of curiosity. Zaphias wasn't nearly so close to the ocean, and the size and construction of this city didn't suggest a port. Amongst other things. ]
[ A moment passes before he pulls out the strange object from before- he has an idea what it might be for now, after hearing voices come through earlier. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little self-conscious speaking to nothing in particular, though none of it shows in his tone, politely inquiring but with a hint of a commanding edge behind it. ]
Hello? Can anyone hear this? I would be grateful for your assistance.
If I may ask, where are we, and why have we been brought here? I'm afraid the people of this city haven't been very forthcoming with details.
[ And here the edge becomes a little more noticible. ]
Beyond that, how do we get back?
[ ...Yes, he did not, in his purposeful striding about, ever run across the noticeboard. ]