F a k i r

[ The video feed flickered for a second as it came into focus, showing the shoulders of someone with black hair, slightly tanned skin and dressed fairly neatly – though only seen from his shoulders and midriff – with his eyes just out of view at the moment. ]

…is this even on…?

[ It takes a second before green eyes come into view, before the view shifts again and shakes a bit. Then he freezes and his eyes go wide before his expression shifts into annoyance and glowers somewhat in the direction of the journal itself. ]

…stupid thing wouldn’t turn on when I was trying to…

[ Then him realizing that this really was on and he goes quiet before sighing and averting his gaze away for a few moments. Just what was there that he could even say? This place just reeked of strange, and he wasn’t just thinking that because of the wings. ]

Look. I’ve been here a few days but there really hadn’t been any need to say anything on here. [ A pause and he exhales a sigh. ] but seeing as there’s things I want answers to, here I am. I had to deal with an idiot when I first woke up here so that came first… but the point is that I need to know more about this damn place if I’m going to be stuck here a while.

[ Fakir brushes some hair away from his face, glancing back directly at the journal now and his brows knit a bit in something like mixed concern and annoyance. ]

I want to know who decided to bring us here and if it was them that gave us these stupid wings. Same goes with the shops as the last I checked, places didn’t just hand you things for free. [ His annoyance tapers off; his voice softens somewhat, if only just by a slight touch though his expression hasn’t changed much. ] The more information I can get about all of this, the better.