( The concept of Easter isn't something futuristic, apocalyptic Sweden has kept up with. Listen -- maybe they pick a few days to try and scrounge up the money to get a nice ham or something, but the religious and Westernized cultural views of this holiday have been lost with time. Kind of too busy working on surviving and zapping trolls.
This is a roundabout way of saying Emil's befuddled by Easter, and not because it's happening out of season for some reason. After waking up from the hospital, collecting his things in a daze, everything seems to be befuddling. There are various hints this isn't his clan. There's an accent to his speech that isn't present with the hospital staff. There's no surety that where he is is home -- if it was, wouldn't he remember it as such? Wouldn't he have an idea of where he lived, went to school, hung out?
Instead, it's nothing but absence. The few memories he does have give him very little clues about where home might be. )
A HOPPING GOOD TIME;
( His confusion is his to own, however, because the world is still spinning. It's evident in how he's going down the street, minding his own business, when suddenly the sleeve of his jacket is grabbed by a young boy. After a short explanation, Emil's been tasked with trying to grab a Fabergé that's been placed ridiculously high for a game primarily played by children. It's perched in a real bird's nest, glittering so it can easily be seen.
Well. He has nothing else to do. It's relieving to find out he can climb the tree, with a bit of huffing and puffing, but it's a somewhat quick trip to get to the lower branch where the egg is hiding.
One wrong move, however, and everything happens in a flash. There's a yelp from below, hurried footsteps and Emil's staring dazed at the sky. Falling out of a tree seems par for the course today, somehow. The wind is taken out of him, so getting up...isn't really on the agenda right now. )
LET'S SEE WHAT'S IN SPORE;
( Of course Emil noticed those Fabergé eggs sitting around. Outside of his failed tree-climbing incident, there are a few hidden eggs he's noticed here and there. Most of them he's taken no time to pick up or attempt to collect.
This egg, however, is very different. Not even necessarily egg shaped, even. While some mushrooms are sitting in clusters, Emil's introduction is this lone fungi, youthful and not yet sprouting friends. He could recognize a normal mushroom if he saw it, but this species is certainly enticing.
After plucking it, the reality is discovered -- it's some sort of ground fruit? He doesn't dare eat it, but it certainly does smell good. Emil isn't so out of touch that he'd eat it...immediately.
When he woke up, one of the few things Emil remembered was a large firebird: the heat of it, the size, the smell of how it singed the air itself, it seemed like. It's such a fantastical memory, it's certainly just a very vivid dream. After a half hour of walking, though, a cold sweat sets in -- and then it heats up expectantly. He can't see it, and he knows he'd have to see it, but it's somewhere. That bird is near, he can feel it all over his body. It's going to come after him, and soon.
He breaks out into a run, only stopped once he slams into another person, breathing heavy and obviously panicked. )
Can you feel it? ( He grabs you, whether by the shoulders or your clothes. ) We have to get out! It's coming!
-- -- -- -- --
ON THE NETWORK;
( Smartphones? Another thing long forgotten where Emil comes from. Maybe you can find one and sell it as an antique, but the form and function of this device is completely lost on him.
He's asked someone to show him the basic function of it. Some of it sounds pretty neat, but otherwise he's a little unimpressed. After the network is shown to him, the idea of using it is...maybe something to master? In the meantime, he's truly a fish out of water with it. )
emil västerström | stand still stay silent
This is a roundabout way of saying Emil's befuddled by Easter, and not because it's happening out of season for some reason. After waking up from the hospital, collecting his things in a daze, everything seems to be befuddling. There are various hints this isn't his clan. There's an accent to his speech that isn't present with the hospital staff. There's no surety that where he is is home -- if it was, wouldn't he remember it as such? Wouldn't he have an idea of where he lived, went to school, hung out?
Instead, it's nothing but absence. The few memories he does have give him very little clues about where home might be. )
( His confusion is his to own, however, because the world is still spinning. It's evident in how he's going down the street, minding his own business, when suddenly the sleeve of his jacket is grabbed by a young boy. After a short explanation, Emil's been tasked with trying to grab a Fabergé that's been placed ridiculously high for a game primarily played by children. It's perched in a real bird's nest, glittering so it can easily be seen.
Well. He has nothing else to do. It's relieving to find out he can climb the tree, with a bit of huffing and puffing, but it's a somewhat quick trip to get to the lower branch where the egg is hiding.
One wrong move, however, and everything happens in a flash. There's a yelp from below, hurried footsteps and Emil's staring dazed at the sky. Falling out of a tree seems par for the course today, somehow. The wind is taken out of him, so getting up...isn't really on the agenda right now. )
( Of course Emil noticed those Fabergé eggs sitting around. Outside of his failed tree-climbing incident, there are a few hidden eggs he's noticed here and there. Most of them he's taken no time to pick up or attempt to collect.
This egg, however, is very different. Not even necessarily egg shaped, even. While some mushrooms are sitting in clusters, Emil's introduction is this lone fungi, youthful and not yet sprouting friends. He could recognize a normal mushroom if he saw it, but this species is certainly enticing.
After plucking it, the reality is discovered -- it's some sort of ground fruit? He doesn't dare eat it, but it certainly does smell good. Emil isn't so out of touch that he'd eat it...immediately.
When he woke up, one of the few things Emil remembered was a large firebird: the heat of it, the size, the smell of how it singed the air itself, it seemed like. It's such a fantastical memory, it's certainly just a very vivid dream. After a half hour of walking, though, a cold sweat sets in -- and then it heats up expectantly. He can't see it, and he knows he'd have to see it, but it's somewhere. That bird is near, he can feel it all over his body. It's going to come after him, and soon.
He breaks out into a run, only stopped once he slams into another person, breathing heavy and obviously panicked. )
Can you feel it? ( He grabs you, whether by the shoulders or your clothes. ) We have to get out! It's coming!
-- -- -- -- --
( Smartphones? Another thing long forgotten where Emil comes from. Maybe you can find one and sell it as an antique, but the form and function of this device is completely lost on him.
He's asked someone to show him the basic function of it. Some of it sounds pretty neat, but otherwise he's a little unimpressed. After the network is shown to him, the idea of using it is...maybe something to master? In the meantime, he's truly a fish out of water with it. )
What
( Yeah, that's all he sent out. )