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First Culling - [Action / Voice]
[It's been two days since the wraith first arrived in Luceti. His confusion at his new surroundings (and wings) had left him bewildered. But he had avoided the human dwelling, scouting the area, learning about his situation. Under the cover of darkness, he had retrieved his belongings- a long black coat and his stun weapon. A thorough read through the journal appraised him of the situation. This morning, he took his first victim in secret. The body was promptly taken care of and hidden where it wouldn't be found. He would need to be less careless if he was to survive here for long. Once the population determined what he was doing, they'd turn on him in a moment.
There had been unexpected consequences to his feeding and he found himself in an almost euphoric mood. He had never experienced anything like this before. He was enjoying himself, in fact. The logical side of him recognized it as being problematic. Unsettling. Wrong. Yet he couldn't find himself too concerned with it. He would need to familiarize himself with the village. Today was as good as any other. So, strolling through the village is a tall, pale humanoid dressed in a black longcoat.No, Sephiroth and his clones aren't back. He will be in the general store and smithy inspecting the items, as well as the library perusing the various books for information. He seems to be in good spirits as he strolls around the village, but at all times he seems to be incredibly at ease. In control of the situation.
Later, he chooses to introduce himself. Better to present himself as friendly then to skulk in the shadows. He speaks in an unusual, alien voice. Despite its oddness, he sounds amicable and peaceful.]
I believe it is customary for 'New Feathers' to make themselves known to the village. Not an unusual custom, but I suppose most first introductions are associated with some measure of panic and worry. However, I believe I have already made myself adequately comfortable with the conditions here in this village. I will ask a question instead. Who among you are familiar with the Stargate? I understand on the planet Earth it is a highly guarded secret, so I will not be surprised if none of you are aware of it. Perhaps there might even be others such as myself, space faring people. Not that such knowledge is of use on this forsaken planet, but there might be information we could share.
[In the evening, he will return to the forest. He is not entirely comfortable staying in the village at the mercy of so many humans. Not when he can keep to himself. He'll just have to try and find some acceptable living arrangements. Perhaps one of the New Feather stations, for yet another night.]
There had been unexpected consequences to his feeding and he found himself in an almost euphoric mood. He had never experienced anything like this before. He was enjoying himself, in fact. The logical side of him recognized it as being problematic. Unsettling. Wrong. Yet he couldn't find himself too concerned with it. He would need to familiarize himself with the village. Today was as good as any other. So, strolling through the village is a tall, pale humanoid dressed in a black longcoat.
Later, he chooses to introduce himself. Better to present himself as friendly then to skulk in the shadows. He speaks in an unusual, alien voice. Despite its oddness, he sounds amicable and peaceful.]
I believe it is customary for 'New Feathers' to make themselves known to the village. Not an unusual custom, but I suppose most first introductions are associated with some measure of panic and worry. However, I believe I have already made myself adequately comfortable with the conditions here in this village. I will ask a question instead. Who among you are familiar with the Stargate? I understand on the planet Earth it is a highly guarded secret, so I will not be surprised if none of you are aware of it. Perhaps there might even be others such as myself, space faring people. Not that such knowledge is of use on this forsaken planet, but there might be information we could share.
[In the evening, he will return to the forest. He is not entirely comfortable staying in the village at the mercy of so many humans. Not when he can keep to himself. He'll just have to try and find some acceptable living arrangements. Perhaps one of the New Feather stations, for yet another night.]
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