voice;

Money in cards and saying me rifle’s been changed.

[ Except that’s not actually how he says it, it’s more like: munneh in cards and sayin’ me rifle’s been changed. Sheffield, Yorkshire haunts the streets of Exsilium now, thanks to one Richard Sharpe. ]

The only cards I know of are those given by weasely merchants looking ta fleece more money out of you. But you ain’t asking for money, are you? Yer asking me to fight with me blood and sweat, and you ain’t even decent enough to give me a half-ration of rum, or even a proper King’s shilling.

[ Thud. The sound of rifle on stone ground. There’s a soft shuffling sound and tapping of fingers on the screen of the tablet. The video switches on. ]

video;

Me name’s Richard Sharpe. [ Blond hair, green eyes, a scar on his upper left cheek. His lips are twisted into a scowl, and at the edge of the screen, you can see the edge of his Rifleman’s jacket. Have a picture.

If you met him during the masquerade, he's a lot cleaner now. Face-wise anyway. You can actually see what he looks like underneath the layers of dirt, and his hair isn't just a layer of dust anymore. ]

If yer name's Patrick Harper, I suggest you get yer arse over here before I shoot it off you.

[This thing in her hand, it still takes awhile to understand it. She presses a few buttons halfhazzardly. It makes a noise.]

Talk, thing. [She shakes it after a moment. At least she isn't throwing it on the ground, right? She holds it close to her. Have a good view of her red hair before she pulls it back.

Oh, it's working. She scowls. Couldn't make this thing easier?]

I'm lookin' for a Crow, a man'a the Night's Watch. He goes by the name'a Jon Snow.

Barrin' that, I need t'see 'bout findin' some new place. [Not that she's even been to her room, yet.] I don't know your lands yet, but I heard tale'a the Outlands. I'd prefer it to these buildin's of metal. No better than them castles below the Wall where I'm from.

If I'm to be here, I'll do it by m'own rules. Fightin' or no.

[Why, hello Exsilium! You have a new kid in town. He looks young--maybe about 12--with tan skin and purple hair. His hair is layered at the top, but in the back it's veeeeery long, long enough that the ends of it can't be seen by the camera. He has a headband around his forehead that seems to help keep his hair out of his face, if only a little. Judging by the background, he's sitting in one of the apartments given to Transports.

Once he's sure the video's recording, he pushes some of his hair back to try to keep it out of his way, then gives the camera a shy, closed-mouth smile.]

Erm...hi. I'm Chrono and I recently arrived here. I've been trying to keep an eye on the communication through this...thing. [He motions toward the camera, and presumably the tablet.] This still feels a little weird to use, but I think I've gotten the basics down and I thought I should introduce myself, so...uh. Right. Hi.

[He stares awkwardly at the camera for a moment. He doesn't seem to have planned this out very well.]

I think I already know the answer to this question--she's not really the sort of person that's easy to miss--but has anyone heard of a girl named Sister Rosette Christopher here? She's my partner, so if she is here, I should probably try to find her...[He looks lost and more than a little lonely as his voice trails off at the end of that sentence, looking off to the side. But he's still not done with this message yet, so he gathers his wits about him and turns back to the camera.]

I have one other question, if that's okay. [sheepishly] Can anyone...show me how to braid my hair? [He holds up a yellow ribbon.] My braid got messy after I slept on it, and I had to wash my hair eventually, but...now I have no idea what to do with it, and it gets in the way when it's like this.