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[The feed clicks on to show the interior of a room, a bedroom, with a white-haired boy stood by the window. His back is lent against the window frame, head turned to the right to show the scar down the left-hand side of his face quite starkly as he stares out of the window at the steadily falling rain. He draws in a breath through his nose slowly and then turns a look toward the camera.]
Perhaps I should have gotten to using this thing sooner, but that can not be helped now I suppose. My name is Allen Walker, I'm currently an exorcist of the Black Order, and while I do know there are two others from my organisation here with me, I wanted to ask some things of the people who have been here before: during your previous stay, did any of you know people dressed in black uniforms bearing crosses on the left-hand side of their chest?
Also, I was told by the woman LILITH that previously there was an issue here with broken seals and a failure to fix or destroy them... Can anyone tell me more about this event? Or more about your previous time here in general? Is there some kind of war, and if so who or what is it over? What were you expected to do here? [He pauses, noticing that he is seemingly getting rather agitated the more he vocalises his confusion. The implied distress is hardly becoming.
His shoulders raise and fall steadily with another deep breath before he looks off camera.]
Additionally, about these familiars... What are we to them? Keepers? Masters? Do people treat them as pets? Or...something else? I really don't know anything about them at all. [He turns slightly, the camera moving with him to shot a little white fox sat up on the bed, its head cocked curiously to one side as it blinks.] ...I can't even tell if it needs to eat. I don't want it to go hungry if I've become responsible for it.
Ah--Also. Sorry, I'm aware I'm asking a lot of things when I have little to offer in return but--[He pauses, trying to think how to phrase his question before giving a light, almost defeated sigh.] Is...there a place in this city where we can get replacement clothing? What I have arrived here in is...not very flattering, to say the least. [It's true: he has arrived in garb that is vaguely prisoner-esque.
He gives a short, polite nod of his head.] Thank you for your time. [Then he leans in to disconnect the feed.]
Perhaps I should have gotten to using this thing sooner, but that can not be helped now I suppose. My name is Allen Walker, I'm currently an exorcist of the Black Order, and while I do know there are two others from my organisation here with me, I wanted to ask some things of the people who have been here before: during your previous stay, did any of you know people dressed in black uniforms bearing crosses on the left-hand side of their chest?
Also, I was told by the woman LILITH that previously there was an issue here with broken seals and a failure to fix or destroy them... Can anyone tell me more about this event? Or more about your previous time here in general? Is there some kind of war, and if so who or what is it over? What were you expected to do here? [He pauses, noticing that he is seemingly getting rather agitated the more he vocalises his confusion. The implied distress is hardly becoming.
His shoulders raise and fall steadily with another deep breath before he looks off camera.]
Additionally, about these familiars... What are we to them? Keepers? Masters? Do people treat them as pets? Or...something else? I really don't know anything about them at all. [He turns slightly, the camera moving with him to shot a little white fox sat up on the bed, its head cocked curiously to one side as it blinks.] ...I can't even tell if it needs to eat. I don't want it to go hungry if I've become responsible for it.
Ah--Also. Sorry, I'm aware I'm asking a lot of things when I have little to offer in return but--[He pauses, trying to think how to phrase his question before giving a light, almost defeated sigh.] Is...there a place in this city where we can get replacement clothing? What I have arrived here in is...not very flattering, to say the least. [It's true: he has arrived in garb that is vaguely prisoner-esque.
He gives a short, polite nod of his head.] Thank you for your time. [Then he leans in to disconnect the feed.]