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realityshifted2013-03-03 12:46 am
jackalpi) wrote in realityshifted2013-03-03 12:46 am
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[Once again, a newcomer appears on the Plane. This one is a man with shaggy brown hair and a vaguely hang-dog expression, wearing a cream colored shirt, a brown leather jacket and a pair of khaki pants. He has a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, and a duffle bag in his other hand that he's dragging behind him as he walks. The kiosk, naturally, catches his attention, and he's quick to pull up the brochures it offers, his eyes flying over the screen, fast enough to easily outpace the accompanying narration. In fact, Spinelli is done reading well before the voice is done speaking, and soon moves away to look around the area for himself. It doesn't take him long before he starts inquiries of his own.]
Gracious greetings, fair denizens of the Plane. Might the Jackal inquire if there is anyone about? While the proffered brochures have been most enlightening, and it is always a boon to find there are others with the same love for language that he holds, it remains that he has still found himself in...well, to put it as succinctly as possible, space. Truly, are the words printed upon the screen an accurate assessment of the situation that exists here?
[He breaks off for a moment, looking around him with something that might, under other circumstances, might have turned into an exuberant grin. But today of all days he can't quite muster the usual enthusiasm he might otherwise have for such a discovery. Still, it he can't quite help but feel some growing interest in his surroundings, simply because of where he's found himself.]
If so the Jackal must admit he has found himself in a most fascinating situation. And while he holds out very little hope of finding Stone Cold or the fair Maximista, any assistance would be gratefully accepted. As the Jackal finds himself currently fated to wander the world and helping those in peril, he is also willing, of course, to offer any assistance of his own, be it something that it is within his power to accomplish in this strange and wondrous new place. Or if nothing else, the simple art of conversation would be most welcome, for surely there is someone to be found here?
[Letting his voice drop back to more normal levels, he looks around once more, a hint of uncertainty in his expression.] ...at least, the Jackal hopes this to be the case. Perhaps more exploration would be in order.
Gracious greetings, fair denizens of the Plane. Might the Jackal inquire if there is anyone about? While the proffered brochures have been most enlightening, and it is always a boon to find there are others with the same love for language that he holds, it remains that he has still found himself in...well, to put it as succinctly as possible, space. Truly, are the words printed upon the screen an accurate assessment of the situation that exists here?
[He breaks off for a moment, looking around him with something that might, under other circumstances, might have turned into an exuberant grin. But today of all days he can't quite muster the usual enthusiasm he might otherwise have for such a discovery. Still, it he can't quite help but feel some growing interest in his surroundings, simply because of where he's found himself.]
If so the Jackal must admit he has found himself in a most fascinating situation. And while he holds out very little hope of finding Stone Cold or the fair Maximista, any assistance would be gratefully accepted. As the Jackal finds himself currently fated to wander the world and helping those in peril, he is also willing, of course, to offer any assistance of his own, be it something that it is within his power to accomplish in this strange and wondrous new place. Or if nothing else, the simple art of conversation would be most welcome, for surely there is someone to be found here?
[Letting his voice drop back to more normal levels, he looks around once more, a hint of uncertainty in his expression.] ...at least, the Jackal hopes this to be the case. Perhaps more exploration would be in order.
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