THIRTY-THREE | video
[The video comes on with an abrupt jolt. One has an excellent view of the ground, (if marred, partially, by a red smudge) of a somewhat pointed pair of shoes as they skid, then seem to slide along the air.
There is: heavy, bestial breathing, and the scratching of claws and nails on the cement. Quite a lot of it. A scream-
In the distance, where the perspective opens for less sidewalk and more above it: some of the beasts. Ishida stands in front of a cowering woman. If one has any spirit sensitivity at all, and perhaps not, giving how cameras work: light, bright or faint, arcing and spreading.
With incredible swiftness, a volley of shots are fired, arrows of light that pierce the beasts before they can howl or spring.
When the light fades, one might notice: Blood on his wrist. Ishida pulls at his sleeve, his brow furrowing ever so slightly, as if to say that can't be sanitary. And: how am I going to fix my shirt? He approaches the device (ignoring the woman's thanks), and soon all one can see are his legs, then feet; crouching, his hand nears it, one is treated to a nice look at just how deep his wrist was gouged. It's a wonder he could use it at all (the sensitive might see: strings of light, loosening and tugging).]
Oh. [At the recording light.]
[VIDEO ENDS. AUDIO ONLY]
I suppose I was bound to run into them. It isn't a very well organized attack, to come in small, divided numbers. And, possibly, too far apart to be a curse. ...I'm not cleaning this up.
...
Inoue-san, if you're available?
[ooc: Another of Dhaos's monster attacks! Must... proof read...]
There is: heavy, bestial breathing, and the scratching of claws and nails on the cement. Quite a lot of it. A scream-
In the distance, where the perspective opens for less sidewalk and more above it: some of the beasts. Ishida stands in front of a cowering woman. If one has any spirit sensitivity at all, and perhaps not, giving how cameras work: light, bright or faint, arcing and spreading.
With incredible swiftness, a volley of shots are fired, arrows of light that pierce the beasts before they can howl or spring.
When the light fades, one might notice: Blood on his wrist. Ishida pulls at his sleeve, his brow furrowing ever so slightly, as if to say that can't be sanitary. And: how am I going to fix my shirt? He approaches the device (ignoring the woman's thanks), and soon all one can see are his legs, then feet; crouching, his hand nears it, one is treated to a nice look at just how deep his wrist was gouged. It's a wonder he could use it at all (the sensitive might see: strings of light, loosening and tugging).]
Oh. [At the recording light.]
[VIDEO ENDS. AUDIO ONLY]
I suppose I was bound to run into them. It isn't a very well organized attack, to come in small, divided numbers. And, possibly, too far apart to be a curse. ...I'm not cleaning this up.
...
Inoue-san, if you're available?
[ooc: Another of Dhaos's monster attacks! Must... proof read...]