Aug 08, 2009 12:35
[ click starts the recording, and the first thing that flickers onto the screen is a wild blur of the movements. the communicator's being batted around by something, and it rolls across the floor, back and forth for a while, the camera lens recording a wildly blurred mesh of colors -- mostly grays, oranges, opera scarlet. this goes for a few moments, the screen never showing anything quite coherent -- before the communicator rolls off, spinning a few times before skittering to a stop.
the communicator's lying askew now, and the screen shows a sideways view of what looks like an abandoned room. an enormous tiger is lounging on the floor, flicking its tail idly, licking its teeth. (it must have been awfully bored to start toying with the communicator.)
next to it, nagi is slumped on the floor in a mess, face obscured by tangles of hair, clothes and skin torn to shreds by what clearly look like claw marks. and everywhere, there's blood -- streaks of bright red splashed about the floor, his skin, the tiger's paws. not enough to signal death by bleeding, but enough to sicken the viewer. there's the slight rise and fall of shoulders with each ragged breath, though -- he's not dead. (yet.)
for a few moments, there's nothing -- no movement except the tiger lazily flicking its tail around. but it looks up at the sound of footsteps, and a pair of leather boots come sauntering into view. a pause, before genkaku crouches down, hauling nagi's head up by the hair and muttering something to him -- 'I see what you did there, Owl' -- before letting go.
and genkaku reaches forward, picking the communicator up off the floor and grinning into the camera before switching it off. ]
[ ooc ; the responses to this post will be coming from nagi's communicator, for the most part, but not necessarily from nagi himself. :') ]