It is a surprise to find his clothing and some items in his designated room, a surprise and a relief. It's enough to make up for the strange opulence in the room of his assigned living, the feeling that someone else must surely already live there. For all that the sun feels weak and he's only seen one of them, it doesn't feel right to leave his skin uncovered. Wrapped in the burnous, with the pistol they'd let him keep, he wonders what this place is supposed to be.
There's only ever one way to find out, and that's to talk to the bugs.
Out on the streets he calls them to him, opening his hand and using his magic to bring forth a small grouping of grasshoppers. They feel strange, weak. "What kind of filter is on this place?" he says out loud, and he tries to use the grasshoppers to feel the answer.
B. New Flesh Like a Glove
It is a mistake that he ended up at the Sexpo but now that he has Rhys is finding it difficult to find the way out again. These people might be worse than Nasheenians, flesh on display like he has not seen even when walking by a whorehouses and men and women both meet his eyes without any sense of shame.
Stillness, he things. Silence. This is all temporary. His eyes are mostly fixed on the ceiling to try to control what he sees.
"Have some modesty," Rhys snaps at one of the booth attendants who gets too close to him, looking down despite himself to see what they're holding. "I don't know what that is but I'm sure I'm not interested."
C. Network
Are your days short to keep you from fitting any more sin into them?
[ Rhys' voice is lofty and judgemental. His neck is unmarked and his background is public housing in the Up. This device discomfits him, inert with nothing he can feel. If he couldn't see that it works he wouldn't trust it to transmit his message. ]
These designations, dominant and submissive, they have no meaning. We all must submit ourselves to God.
[ ooc: He's experiencing some major culture shock, but I'm up for anything! (This place is still better than his canon…) Feel free to shoot me a PM or hit me up at snowishness if you want to chat through anything first. ]
Rhys Dashasa | Bel Dame Apocrypha | Dominant
It is a surprise to find his clothing and some items in his designated room, a surprise and a relief. It's enough to make up for the strange opulence in the room of his assigned living, the feeling that someone else must surely already live there. For all that the sun feels weak and he's only seen one of them, it doesn't feel right to leave his skin uncovered. Wrapped in the burnous, with the pistol they'd let him keep, he wonders what this place is supposed to be.
There's only ever one way to find out, and that's to talk to the bugs.
Out on the streets he calls them to him, opening his hand and using his magic to bring forth a small grouping of grasshoppers. They feel strange, weak. "What kind of filter is on this place?" he says out loud, and he tries to use the grasshoppers to feel the answer.
B. New Flesh Like a Glove
It is a mistake that he ended up at the Sexpo but now that he has Rhys is finding it difficult to find the way out again. These people might be worse than Nasheenians, flesh on display like he has not seen even when walking by a whorehouses and men and women both meet his eyes without any sense of shame.
Stillness, he things. Silence. This is all temporary. His eyes are mostly fixed on the ceiling to try to control what he sees.
"Have some modesty," Rhys snaps at one of the booth attendants who gets too close to him, looking down despite himself to see what they're holding. "I don't know what that is but I'm sure I'm not interested."
C. Network
Are your days short to keep you from fitting any more sin into them?
[ Rhys' voice is lofty and judgemental. His neck is unmarked and his background is public housing in the Up. This device discomfits him, inert with nothing he can feel. If he couldn't see that it works he wouldn't trust it to transmit his message. ]
These designations, dominant and submissive, they have no meaning. We all must submit ourselves to God.
[ ooc: He's experiencing some major culture shock, but I'm up for anything! (This place is still better than his canon…) Feel free to shoot me a PM or hit me up at