Regret 001; [Action/Accidental Video]

[returninghope]

[As is usual for him, Zan'nen wakes to find that he has fallen asleep in yet another odd place. This time, it was a cold, hard forest floor. Again. Groaning slightly as he pulls himself up, he mentally kicks himself for not doing the smart thing and finding a proper place to hide before passing out stone cold. It wasn't like there was anyone looking for him. No, there was no one he wanted to avoid or anything.

But damn, he was sore. Not entirely unusual, with the way he tended to fall asleep in odd positions, but this was... different. He stretches his arms over his head, and only then realizes that his shirt seemed to be missing.]

Dammit!

[He fumbles around for a minute trying to find where he might have thrown his shirt the night before, but instead his fingers brush something decidedly smooth. He hastily yanks the object out from under the brush it was wedged under, only to find that his alias, "Zan'nen", was printed rather nicely across the cover.]

....the hell? [Nervously, his wings shudder, which startles Zan'nen enough that the journal falls to the ground, sprawling wide open in front of him.

Anyone that happened to be paying attention to their journals at that moment was treated with a sudden video feed of a man--(or was it a woman? Hard to tell by just the face.)--trying to crane their head over their shoulder, looking rather panicked. And if that didn't get their attention, his sudden angry exclamation--]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! [...might have done the trick.]

(ooc: Hope I'm doing this right. Zan'nen is confused and frightened, so expect jerk-ass-ness~! Well, with him you always should, but yeah... Feel free to stumble upon him and drag him into town as well, if you're ready for a stubbornness fight. )

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[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

It is a prison.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[The term was just ominous enough to keep him from questioning just where the voice was coming from.] ".... A prison?"

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

Aye. Dey keep us here against our wills.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

Who is 'they'...?

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

De Malnosso.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

...I've never heard of anything by that name. [He's never spoken to a random disembodied voice though, either... telephones aside.]

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

You would not have. Dey are de ones to keep us here.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Well, fuck.] Why?! For what reason?!

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

To serve dem as playthings. Dey meddle.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Tch.] So in other words, my life will be exactly as it was before. Great.

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

You are used to dis den?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't really know that yet, would I?

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

To de general state of t'ings.

[applehair.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Is he...] Are you new here?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Jumps slightly.] Who tell hell said that?! [GLARES at the area around him.]

[applehair.livejournal.com]

It's coming from the book. Do you see one around you?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Glances down at the journal in front of him.] Don't mess with me. Books don't talk.

[applehair.livejournal.com]

I could explain in a bit. Try to pick it up, either way.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes and scowls, half expecting the book to explode when he touches it, but does lift the book anyway. After a moment of silence, there is more scowling.] ... This isn't a book.

[applehair.livejournal.com]

Not a normal kind of book, no. It does appear to be one.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Her face. That's where the voices are--Well doesn't he feel stupid.]
... Video feed?

[applehair.livejournal.com]

Is that what it's called?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[An eyebrow rises.] Shouldn't you know more about than I do?

[applehair.livejournal.com]

I've never seen anything like this until I arrived. I just assumed it was a moving stills.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

That's what it is. [If by stills, she meant photographs. Zan'nen begins to look over the journal, turning it every which way.]