§ 042.
[YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS EVENT SO I JUST POSTED YESTERDAY... anyway. the comm is on video, and it is facing down at some very armored boots as it's hanging from her belt. the wearer takes one step, and then another. a low growl sounds out, like from a feral animal. a string of archaic french words erupt from the owner of the boots. (what is this? where is she? what magic is this? and where is my horse?) one scimitar swings down in front of the camera, and is soon followed by another.
after a few seconds, the owner of the boots seems to spot the comm, because suddenly, the device falls to the ground. it rolls around and finally stops with the camera facing upwards at scathach. her black and white armor shines in the evening light. long red hair flows down behind her, almost down to her knees. she's pointing both of her swords at the device, glaring fiercely. her lips are curled back to show her vampiric teeth. (foul contraption, from where have you come?)
after a few moments of the comm not doing anything to harm her, she takes both swords in one hand and carefully reaches down to pick it up. her armor clinks and groans with the movement, but even though it looks super heavy, she doesn't seem to notice its weight. she turns the comm over in her hand a few times before huffing to herself and muttering something about jeanne d'arc and nicolas flamel.
there's silence for just a moment. then, out of nowhere, she lets out a long, terrifying scream of pure anguish--a war cry. her mouth is full of needle-sharp teeth. the recording cuts as she tries to crush the comm in her armored hand.]
[ooc; okay! this can be turned into an action post, if anyone would be interested. scatty is officially 1088 years old, and has just rescued joan of arc from her execution. but she thinks she's failed! which is no good. she'll be storming around the city, searching for her injured friend. if anyone would like to try to... sedate/explain things to her, just let me know.]
after a few seconds, the owner of the boots seems to spot the comm, because suddenly, the device falls to the ground. it rolls around and finally stops with the camera facing upwards at scathach. her black and white armor shines in the evening light. long red hair flows down behind her, almost down to her knees. she's pointing both of her swords at the device, glaring fiercely. her lips are curled back to show her vampiric teeth. (foul contraption, from where have you come?)
after a few moments of the comm not doing anything to harm her, she takes both swords in one hand and carefully reaches down to pick it up. her armor clinks and groans with the movement, but even though it looks super heavy, she doesn't seem to notice its weight. she turns the comm over in her hand a few times before huffing to herself and muttering something about jeanne d'arc and nicolas flamel.
there's silence for just a moment. then, out of nowhere, she lets out a long, terrifying scream of pure anguish--a war cry. her mouth is full of needle-sharp teeth. the recording cuts as she tries to crush the comm in her armored hand.]
[ooc; okay! this can be turned into an action post, if anyone would be interested. scatty is officially 1088 years old, and has just rescued joan of arc from her execution. but she thinks she's failed! which is no good. she'll be storming around the city, searching for her injured friend. if anyone would like to try to... sedate/explain things to her, just let me know.]