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001 -- {Video}
[The face that comes up on the feed is half turned away, but what can be made out of it looks barely-restrained. Young, but pale, as if there's an underlaying rage that's turning it white. If that's the case, then the young man is reining it in admirably. He's tight-lipped and slightly wide-eyed as a physical result of the strain it's taking to do so as he thinks over what just happened, what he just learned... but then, with a deep breath, it's as if a fog suddenly lifts. His mouth curls up into a wry smile on one end and his expression melts into something amiable enough, if a little weary. He could be your son, or your brother, or your best friend with the way his eyes flick to the device's camera and he tilts his head back to view it and shrugs as if to say 'this again, huh?']
'New Recruit'. So that's what they're calling being kidnapped and forced into a pointless Quest these days?
All we have to do is save the world, beat the Serpent, et cetera... [His smile seems to only grow kinder as he speaks, but there's a fire in his eyes and his voice lilts a little; that he's annoyed? Would be an understatement.
He felt... he felt unhinged he was so angry, but anger wasn't going to help him here. People would. Understanding what was going on would.
Cursing the Gods, and whoever set up this arrangement, whoever was using him? He wanted to indulge in that kind of a tantrum, but it wouldn't get him anywhere. Ultimately, it wouldn't make him feel better. Ultimately, it wouldn't save whoever else had been cursed right along with him.
He could only assume this was a curse. Because, he felt... he felt powerless. Where the thrum of his connection to his bloodline usually was, there was only a faint fizzle. His reflexes felt sluggish, somehow, and his ability to break the lock on that cuff, disconnect it from his arm and throw off the mark of this slave's job he'd apparently been signed up for? Well. It failed him. Entirely.
It was more than humiliating, more than irritating. It was disturbing. He didn't feel like he was himself, and he was grasping at straws when it came to understanding the situation he now faced. So, rather than sit and submit to being without knowledge and without the very little good his birthright entitled him too, he took another deep breathe and challenged,]
So, which one was it that cursed me? Who brought me here? And who can hear this?
If you're in the same situation I am, don't worry. If there's a way out, I'll find it; and I won't leave anyone behind. I won't let them use us.
And to whichever God-- [Here, his voice trembles a little, and for a moment, that friendly, carefree air recedes again.] --thought they could seal my abilities like this, you've cursed yourself too. It's meddling; it will never be allowed to stick. It can't.
'New Recruit'. So that's what they're calling being kidnapped and forced into a pointless Quest these days?
All we have to do is save the world, beat the Serpent, et cetera... [His smile seems to only grow kinder as he speaks, but there's a fire in his eyes and his voice lilts a little; that he's annoyed? Would be an understatement.
He felt... he felt unhinged he was so angry, but anger wasn't going to help him here. People would. Understanding what was going on would.
Cursing the Gods, and whoever set up this arrangement, whoever was using him? He wanted to indulge in that kind of a tantrum, but it wouldn't get him anywhere. Ultimately, it wouldn't make him feel better. Ultimately, it wouldn't save whoever else had been cursed right along with him.
He could only assume this was a curse. Because, he felt... he felt powerless. Where the thrum of his connection to his bloodline usually was, there was only a faint fizzle. His reflexes felt sluggish, somehow, and his ability to break the lock on that cuff, disconnect it from his arm and throw off the mark of this slave's job he'd apparently been signed up for? Well. It failed him. Entirely.
It was more than humiliating, more than irritating. It was disturbing. He didn't feel like he was himself, and he was grasping at straws when it came to understanding the situation he now faced. So, rather than sit and submit to being without knowledge and without the very little good his birthright entitled him too, he took another deep breathe and challenged,]
So, which one was it that cursed me? Who brought me here? And who can hear this?
If you're in the same situation I am, don't worry. If there's a way out, I'll find it; and I won't leave anyone behind. I won't let them use us.
And to whichever God-- [Here, his voice trembles a little, and for a moment, that friendly, carefree air recedes again.] --thought they could seal my abilities like this, you've cursed yourself too. It's meddling; it will never be allowed to stick. It can't.