Sep 17, 2009 01:38
[Nereisse is seen after a burst of static, playing with the camera functions before settling back on her bed, staring hard at the screen.]
I still don't like this manner a' communication, but it works in a pinch. Or a touch of the fear that's been affecting everyone.
[She glances away, crossing her arms under her chest. The fog roils around the window behind her, and one can almost make out a face now and then, made up of the clouds, leering]
Spirits, ghostly...images. Evil spirits and more hauntings than you can stab with a sword. And not a one that responds to it!
[She rises, frustrated, pacing now.]
I refuse to let myself be cowed by fear. You'd all do well to be the same. If we're afraid that's simply another power they have over us, right?
[And her eyes rest on the screen once more, sighing.]
fear is the enemy,
trying to be strong,
homesick,
trouble follows this one,
this isn't right at all