énska [experimental video]

[onen]

 [The woman who has pressed record on this tablet looks as though perhaps she has made a mistake because she does not speak for a long time, and seems to make no effort to find any words. It has taken her some time to come to terms with where she is, how she has come to be here, but it does not mean she has to like it and there is no doubt in her mind that she does not like it here with its ruined land and cities.

And ruined people.

She has yet to venture into the room that has been set aside for her in the Initiative hold, wanting nothing from these people who have taken everything from her, and instead she is sitting by a fire she's set for herself in the shell of a building where someone- her son, her adult son- has set up a camp, curiously studying this tablet which is somehow able to allow people to communicate. Ratonhnhaké:ton- and it is still strange and hard for her to associate a full grown man with the four year old she left behind- had shown her how it worked, and she puts this newfound knowledge to the test as she looks at the device.

For a while that is all she does, wondering what it is that people say on such a thing... why they would want to even. Nothing about this world makes sense.

The fire crackles some, she seems to poke at it with a stick causing sparks to fly, and then the sound of the almost omnipresent rain is accompanied by the low grumble thunder. While she glances out at the gloom she shakes her head and speaks, the corner of her lips quirking up just a fraction as she does, though her voice low and calm.]

With weather like this I can see why the British would have wanted to take other lands for their own. Does it do nothing but rain in this place?

[It is hardly the most scintillating way to introduce oneself to the neighbours, but Kaniehtí:io does not have much experience with small talk.]

Comments

[of_the_lake]

[There's clear distortion in the video feed. Berserker's armor hisses a black miasma silently, which gets into his tablet and keeps his voice destabilized and inconsistent.]

It used to be that the rain was cool and pleasant.

Albion has been tarnished. That much is certain.

[onen]

[...okay obviously this thing is broken. She taps the tablet to see if that helps.]

I am not talking about Albion, wherever that is.

[of_the_lake]

[The dull hum of his armor, creaking as if it's being stretched intently from the inside, is only brief. The static and distortion continues.]

'England' is what one would call it today.

[onen]

I would call it a mess.

[of_the_lake]

I certainly agree. Those who have taken the reigns of control over this ill-fated country have not improved the state of things very much.

[onen]

I am not surprised.

[of_the_lake]

Does your own cynicism come from experience or rumor?

[onen]

Experience.

[of_the_lake]

I see. Then, could you tell me of your experiences with the country?