[It's not that Vorin has no experience with computers, or keyboards in general. The aircraft he flew with Merk and Gruntos used an interface that was similar enough for Vorin to grasp the gist of this one. However, unlike the tablet he's now attempting to use, that console had been made for Beasts and their much larger hands.]
akfsk dyuwb lqaar dktfkr zydgnr cbtxap tjjqkwf
[And then, when he finally gives up and uses the video function:]
Are these strange messages intended to be some type of code, or just gibberish?
THREE :: ACTION
[This stage of cabin fever has got Vorin twitchy and ready for action, any action. Being dogged at every turn by those who wanted his head on a platter had never felt as suffocating as this. Stale air, close quarters, nothing to do except sleep and train and think and wait. The monotony was grinding away at him like the wheels of some terrible machine.
By the time that eyes seemed to sprout from the very walls, Vorin's control has been whittled down to the quick. With a snarl of equal parts anger and challenge, he starts punching said walls with his armored fists.]
1; text/video, @gnorlands | 3; action
[It's not that Vorin has no experience with computers, or keyboards in general. The aircraft he flew with Merk and Gruntos used an interface that was similar enough for Vorin to grasp the gist of this one. However, unlike the tablet he's now attempting to use, that console had been made for Beasts and their much larger hands.]
akfsk dyuwb lqaar dktfkr zydgnr cbtxap tjjqkwf
[And then, when he finally gives up and uses the video function:]
Are these strange messages intended to be some type of code, or just gibberish?
THREE :: ACTION
[This stage of cabin fever has got Vorin twitchy and ready for action, any action. Being dogged at every turn by those who wanted his head on a platter had never felt as suffocating as this. Stale air, close quarters, nothing to do except sleep and train and think and wait. The monotony was grinding away at him like the wheels of some terrible machine.
By the time that eyes seemed to sprout from the very walls, Vorin's control has been whittled down to the quick. With a snarl of equal parts anger and challenge, he starts punching said walls with his armored fists.]