This log is basically my 3rd person sample adjusted a bit
Who: Maiza and OPEN
What: Walking around trying to sort things out. Run into him if you so choose.
Where: Eastern District
When: Tuesday evening (thus, backdated slightly)
Warnings: srs bzns and tl;dr
Notes: --
Maiza wandered through the streets of the Eastern District, his mind astir. His current situation had given him much food for thought, and he hoped that a walk would help him clear his mind and sort things out, as well as helping him familiarize himself with the city. Perhaps walking about alone in a city as unpredictable as this one was supposed to be was not the best idea he'd ever had, but he had his map (and, he was less pleased to think, his knife) and he was reasonably confident in his ability to fend for himself. As he walked, he kept part of his attention on the streets around him and part on the thoughts bubbling and roiling inside his mind. He was on a new and supposedly higher plane of reality, where people had the power to bend reality to their will. The very idea was fascinating on an intellectual level, and raised all sorts of questions about the very nature of reality itself. Maiza's attention, however, was not focused on these but on other, darker thoughts that had germinated in his brain as he first talked with Firo. This was a city full of ordinary people (from various worlds, but people nonetheless, Maiza did not doubt for a moment) who had seemingly unlimited power. The idea made Maiza's skin prickle with unease. He knew from bitter experience that people's natures did not change, even when they were touched by the supernatural. Indeed, power on this order had a tendency to corrupt even the best of hearts. And sure enough, Firo had told him that the power had been abused before; who could be surprised? He wished he's asked Firo for more details, but the time hadn't seemed right. Maiza had tried to concentrate on getting settled, but his dark thoughts would not leave him. Why were people brought to Nautilus? Was it truly random? What was the purpose of this place, and this power? He wondered who he should ask, if anyone. He found himself hoping that someone would come along and speak to him, if only to distract him for a moment from his worries...
What: Walking around trying to sort things out. Run into him if you so choose.
Where: Eastern District
When: Tuesday evening (thus, backdated slightly)
Warnings: srs bzns and tl;dr
Notes: --
Maiza wandered through the streets of the Eastern District, his mind astir. His current situation had given him much food for thought, and he hoped that a walk would help him clear his mind and sort things out, as well as helping him familiarize himself with the city. Perhaps walking about alone in a city as unpredictable as this one was supposed to be was not the best idea he'd ever had, but he had his map (and, he was less pleased to think, his knife) and he was reasonably confident in his ability to fend for himself. As he walked, he kept part of his attention on the streets around him and part on the thoughts bubbling and roiling inside his mind. He was on a new and supposedly higher plane of reality, where people had the power to bend reality to their will. The very idea was fascinating on an intellectual level, and raised all sorts of questions about the very nature of reality itself. Maiza's attention, however, was not focused on these but on other, darker thoughts that had germinated in his brain as he first talked with Firo. This was a city full of ordinary people (from various worlds, but people nonetheless, Maiza did not doubt for a moment) who had seemingly unlimited power. The idea made Maiza's skin prickle with unease. He knew from bitter experience that people's natures did not change, even when they were touched by the supernatural. Indeed, power on this order had a tendency to corrupt even the best of hearts. And sure enough, Firo had told him that the power had been abused before; who could be surprised? He wished he's asked Firo for more details, but the time hadn't seemed right. Maiza had tried to concentrate on getting settled, but his dark thoughts would not leave him. Why were people brought to Nautilus? Was it truly random? What was the purpose of this place, and this power? He wondered who he should ask, if anyone. He found himself hoping that someone would come along and speak to him, if only to distract him for a moment from his worries...