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[ Sigyn hadn't exactly been happy when she woke up on the ship. She was never gratious upon being forcefully waken from slumber. Neither had she been happy when she'd found that she was no longer in the Vanir Fortress, miles and miles of realm space from her mother and sisters. So when she gets her hands on the communication device, she promptly presses all the buttons, not meaning to fuzzy-up the video and turn the volume loud enough that anyone within a mile radius can hear her voice. ]

I do not appreciate being taken from my home! Why was I taken? Who are you who live upon this world? Where is transportation to return me to my realm? I must warn you, I come from the blood of warriors, and never have we taken capture of our own lightly.

[ Her eyes glow, fingertips twitching with blue light. ]

The daughter of Freya demands answers!

[Audio]

Oct. 29th, 2012 07:16 pm
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I'm certain by now some of you have realized the danger you're in. Disease is nothing to be taken lightly.

If you are not yet ill, and you'd care to be sensible and leave this city while there's still something to be left, I am departing in a day's time. You will have to earn your keep, but I will make sure you're fed, and do not stumble blindly into some monster's lair.

If you wait here and come to your senses later, I'm afraid you'll be on your own.

((ETA: Just to clarify, this is the official opt-out group - if you haven't signed up here, you're welcome to respond, but can't go with the group.))
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[The network is lucky. It missed out on one panicky teenager bouncing around and screaming as the spaceship shouted at him and alarms blared. The feed opens with alarms still blaring, but at least there's no more voices coming from the ship, and Todd is a little calmer, though he still looks pretty freaked out.]

Okay, so. I, uh, I think I got myself locked in. The doors won't open and somebody was goin' on about a lockdown. And there's some kinda weapon er somethin' in here.

[He shuffles nervously, looking around, then adds plaintively,]

Help?
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[Oh hey, this is Isabela, staring at her communicator and looking rather skeptical and concerned.]

...Why the fuck do I have this mirror thing? It looks like a small version of that creepy mirror Merrill had. What did she call it? An Elveluian? Elusivan? Something, I don't remember. But I do remember something about it being possessed by demons? Is this damn thing possessed? Why do I have it?

[None of this rant will probably make sense to anyone, of course...]

Oh, and where in the name of Andraste's tits am I?!
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[The video turns on to a very bedraggled, dusty Thero with a torn tunic and several nasty bruises, scowling and pressing buttons with an expression that makes it clear he might as well be poking a dead rat for all he approves of this little device. Eventually, he decides to accept that it's working. His expression lightens some, all the way to formality with an overlay of confusion.]

Third damn time... Ahem. This is L- This is Thero i Procepios. Most of you don't know me, but I've been given to understand this is an open-ended means of communication. As well as a monitored one, so I'll be brief. In the wake of the sky practically falling in the moment I... arrived and my lack of a stomach for battles, I've met very few of you, and I wouldn't blame anyone for distrusting me. However, when it comes to recovery, I may be able to make myself useful. I've been hesitant to explore even now that things seem to be quiet. I'm unfamiliar with this kind of combat and I suspect I'd only get in the way or get myself killed if things were to resurge, but if someone can direct me, I'm entirely willing to venture out again. I have some basic training as a healer, but I'd be best suited to removal of rubble or even assisting with reconstruction. And, frankly, if anything specific, especially anything odd, needs doing, there's every likelihood I could find a way to assist.

[Is that a good way to suggest magical help without outright saying it? He's never had to try that before. Close enough. For another minute he struggles with the device, scowling, until it finally shuts off.]

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