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hasarecord ([personal profile] hasarecord) wrote in [community profile] asgardeventide2012-05-15 04:32 pm

001 | Video

[The feed flickers on with the clink of gold and a long stretch of skyline. For a long moment that's all it's focused on, before the feed's owner shifts and it becomes increasingly apparent that they're settled on the roof of a building, quietly observing the flow of the city underneath. There's a soft laugh, and the feed shifts to lock onto gold eyes and a wide smile.]

I'm used to new surroundings but this is very new.

[He flicks long purple hair out of his eyes and leans back against a railing, arms crossing. The feed expands and with it his smile softens and fades. He could play nice if he wanted to, but this little trip had been unexpected and he'd just returned home. For once, Sinbad can say that he's tired of traveling about. Really, it was no fun to worry his Generals if he wasn't there to see their reactions! So he tilts his head to the side and frowns.]

I'd rather like it if someone could provide me some information about where I've woken up, it's not Sindria, I know that. Nor is it any of the lands I've visited before. [A sigh and he rubs at his temples, mutters.] Honestly, I wasn't even drunk this time.

[oops, he hadn't meant to say that. It's with a sheepish smile that Sinbad flicks his gaze back to the screen, alright, he was king he could find his way out of here. Honestly, It's not like he hasn't had to do it before! But maybe he wasn't the only one to arrive here? His Generals were never far behind after all. It was worth a try, what could he lose? Some pride, and maybe some more fodder for Ja'far to tease him with but since when has that stopped anyone?]

Ja'far? Masrur? C'mon, don't tell me none of you are here, I never reach places before you.

[He ignores the fact that that happens because he more than likely gets sidetracked and ends up mugged by the side of the road, but hey, details, who needs em? He waits for a long moment and when no answer is immediately forthcoming he shuts off the feed with a sigh. Or tries to, since ultimately it ends up simply scrambling the feed, fast swatches of purple and sky and the dark tan of his hands before it goes silent and dark.]