builditstrong: (the kid)
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[It took the Kid awhile to figure out this...whatever it is. Magical communication-y thing. There was nothing like this back in Caelondia. Fortunately magical bullshit tends to be somewhat intuitive.]

[Now here's a kid who ain't got a clue what's going on. His face is half-hidden behind an umbrella and he's not looking straight into the camera; more off to the side, as if he's not sure where to look. And he speaks like he's definitely not used to public speaking.]

...'Preciate a free bed an' all, but I'm confused. Would be fair pleased if someone could explain where I am. Never seen any place like this.

[He rubs the back of his head awkwardly.] M' lookin' for a big 'ol hunk 'o flyin' land, 's called the Bastion. An' any o' the folk who were on it. Mighta, uh...appeared here with me. Name of Zia, Zulf an' Rucks.
betrayedambassador: (just let me go we'll meet again soon)
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[A thin man of possibly Asian descent is staring at the camera like a deer caught in headlights. He looks pale and worn; there are bags under his eyes and blood is trickling down from one nostril. He seems entirely oblivious to that little fact.

He takes a deep breath, grimaces and speaks in a rasping whisper.]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Zulf of the Ura and I--

[He pauses, laying a hand over his right flank, grimacing in pain.]

Do excuse me. I am injured and require assistance. I fear some of Rucks' stitching has come loose. I would much appreciate the attention of a physician or, failing that, a seamstress.

[He tries to smile]

[[ooc: if anyone wants to come to Zulf's assistance, I'll be putting up an open log in the logs comm, since I'm more comfortable with prose than actionspam!]]


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