( any city ) [ oliver jole is not a man that's content to treat this like a break or a vacation. he's been brought here by unfamiliar technology, separated from his world and his people and his obligations (not to mention his loved ones-- he's trying not to think about that), handed strange abilities, and everything about this government and its offer and request is suspicious.
it had taken a day to settle in and familiarize himself--not to mention get over the shock--but that's all he'd allowed himself. being well-informed and efficient is part of his nature, really, and he's been taught by the best. to that effect, he's been to the library, the town welcome center, the closest museum, and the nearby university. at this very moment, though, he's in a coffee-shop, a bag practically spilling reading materials over his shoulder, a book in his arm, and his free hand trying to keep from burning himself with the paper cup held carefully between his fingers.
a woman cuts him off as he heads toward a seat, though, and he jerks back to avoid running into her. hot coffee spills over his fingers, earning a hiss, and he bumps into-- someone. immediately apologetic despite the burn, he turns with an embarrassed smile. ] I'm sorry, are you alright--? I'm not usually so clumsy. [ he could almost be a local if not for the numeric tattoo apparent on his wrist. and a good thing he's an import, too, because that accent probably isn't too welcome in this part of the world. ]
( network ) [ the fellow in the video is young--late twenties, maybe?--and almost startlingly attractive, like a recruiting poster for the military or something. definitely for the military, given that rod-straight spine and disciplined expression. still, he offers a small, warm smile once he's certain he's recording. ]
Good afternoon. [ yeah, he should sound a little familiar to some even if he doesn't necessarily look familiar. ] I had several questions, if you will. I've done a little research-- [ he's been checking through the network, that is. ] --but I could use suggestions on how best to learn to control one's new.. abilities. What methods did the rest of you use?
Second.. [ here he hesitates, lips pressing briefly thin. ] I'm somewhat wasted at the job I was offered when I arrived here. However, I've heard of a security company run by imPorts.. the Dendarii, if I'm not mistaken? [ he's done his research. on the other hand, he's not entirely certain what the game is here, or if there's one at all-- he hasn't gone far enough back into the network just yet to tell. ] I think I'd be of better use there, if someone knows the easiest way to get in contact with the owners. Thank you for your time.
oliver jole ( vksgn saga )
[ oliver jole is not a man that's content to treat this like a break or a vacation. he's been brought here by unfamiliar technology, separated from his world and his people and his obligations (not to mention his loved ones-- he's trying not to think about that), handed strange abilities, and everything about this government and its offer and request is suspicious.
it had taken a day to settle in and familiarize himself--not to mention get over the shock--but that's all he'd allowed himself. being well-informed and efficient is part of his nature, really, and he's been taught by the best. to that effect, he's been to the library, the town welcome center, the closest museum, and the nearby university. at this very moment, though, he's in a coffee-shop, a bag practically spilling reading materials over his shoulder, a book in his arm, and his free hand trying to keep from burning himself with the paper cup held carefully between his fingers.
a woman cuts him off as he heads toward a seat, though, and he jerks back to avoid running into her. hot coffee spills over his fingers, earning a hiss, and he bumps into-- someone. immediately apologetic despite the burn, he turns with an embarrassed smile. ] I'm sorry, are you alright--? I'm not usually so clumsy. [ he could almost be a local if not for the numeric tattoo apparent on his wrist. and a good thing he's an import, too, because that accent probably isn't too welcome in this part of the world. ]
( network )
[ the fellow in the video is young--late twenties, maybe?--and almost startlingly attractive, like a recruiting poster for the military or something. definitely for the military, given that rod-straight spine and disciplined expression. still, he offers a small, warm smile once he's certain he's recording. ]
Good afternoon. [ yeah, he should sound a little familiar to some even if he doesn't necessarily look familiar. ] I had several questions, if you will. I've done a little research-- [ he's been checking through the network, that is. ] --but I could use suggestions on how best to learn to control one's new.. abilities. What methods did the rest of you use?
Second.. [ here he hesitates, lips pressing briefly thin. ] I'm somewhat wasted at the job I was offered when I arrived here. However, I've heard of a security company run by imPorts.. the Dendarii, if I'm not mistaken? [ he's done his research. on the other hand, he's not entirely certain what the game is here, or if there's one at all-- he hasn't gone far enough back into the network just yet to tell. ] I think I'd be of better use there, if someone knows the easiest way to get in contact with the owners. Thank you for your time.