[The 'berry is being cradled in the hands of Xion. The camera faces her cringing form, eyes opening and closing like shutters.]
I thought...I'd be okay, but all this s-space...[The device slips from her hands and clatters onto the floor, facing up towards a tree in the park. Xion starts heaving breaths and her legs wobble. Bunches of organic tendrils start forming around her arms and legs in tandem with a shriek as her arm left arm transforms into a disgusti flangy ng red claw.]
Please! I need all of--Stopitstopitstopit! A-All of you to get away, just keep away from me...
They're so loud...I can't make them stop this time!
[Her knees buckle and she falls onto her hands, twitching and yelping as the tendrils become more wild. The only thing in view is the top of her head, up to her panicked eyes. The moans of pain transition into hyperventilating from the terror. This continues for forty seconds before she finally calms down. The next time she speaks her voice has a strange inflection to it, but is otherwise toneless.]
I thought...Maybe... [The berry is scooped up and placed in front of her face proper. Tears are streaking down to a sick smirk on her face. Her eyes slowly transition from sea blue into a dark, grimy shade of red.]
It's always futile.
We've been waiting for her...
Stop it! Somebody stop it!
We're going to make her perfect...
B-Before I'm...I'm going to start killing people! It happened before but this time..!
Yori...I'm sca--You need not fear me.
Become a part of the ultimate life form.
[The claw raises towards her face, and trails the length of one edge down her cheek. Blood floods from the wound momentarily, slipping down around her chin and tripping to the vegetation at her feet. The cut repairs itself thereafter.]
You will become as I am, and embrace perfection.
You cannot kill me, you cannot stop me.
[The girl, looking more and more like a monster each passing second, outstretches her right hand.]
This is destiny.
[The feed cuts off in a sea of red.]
[ooc: Encounter/Fight log is here -->
http://a-facility-log.livejournal.com/757673.html]