01 [video]
[The screen slowly fizzes to life this time to reveal a face, a rather familiar face, if you disregard the two black triangles bleeding down from the eyes, the almost unnatural glint in them, the slight discoloration to the skin. And, of course, the smears and splatters of blood painting that face.
The expression, however, isn't too off from something Alma would normally pull. It's curious, confuse, and all-too quizzical. As he face pulls away from the screen, however, it's clear that something... is very, very wrong with the individual on the other end of the PDA.
After all, there's a giant disk hovering above his head.
But for the moment, he's turning away from the camera, frowning into the distance, his face hardening a bit, expression becoming a little unreadable.]
It's done. [It's quiet, and he blinks, almost as if the sound of his own voice startles him a bit, and he lets the PDA fall a bit, just clutched loosely in his hand, angled up his body a bit, showing off those markings, those lines that… make him look decidedly less human.] It's done. Happy now?!
[His voice is an angry, almost desperate shout at the end, and as the PDA moves a bit, its clear to see that not only is Alma's face covered in blood, but the rest of him is as well. As if he were just wading through a warfield.
The image begins to tremble, and after a moment it might become clear that it's not the only thing shaking. Alma's entire body seems to be trembling now.] I know you're there, I can feel you there. Don't pretend like you're not, I know it.
[His hand tightens on the PDA, and the trembling seems to stop, if just for a moment, and while most of the feed is covered by the shadow of his palm over the camera, there's still enough to show a bit of his face, to reveal a malicious smile and slightly too-wide, crazed eyes.] Obviously you have something in mind for this place. So just... give me the order. [And if you look close enough, if you're not too busy connecting the dots and panicking, preparing for the inevitable shit-storm this will bring… you might just notice the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.]
The expression, however, isn't too off from something Alma would normally pull. It's curious, confuse, and all-too quizzical. As he face pulls away from the screen, however, it's clear that something... is very, very wrong with the individual on the other end of the PDA.
After all, there's a giant disk hovering above his head.
But for the moment, he's turning away from the camera, frowning into the distance, his face hardening a bit, expression becoming a little unreadable.]
It's done. [It's quiet, and he blinks, almost as if the sound of his own voice startles him a bit, and he lets the PDA fall a bit, just clutched loosely in his hand, angled up his body a bit, showing off those markings, those lines that… make him look decidedly less human.] It's done. Happy now?!
[His voice is an angry, almost desperate shout at the end, and as the PDA moves a bit, its clear to see that not only is Alma's face covered in blood, but the rest of him is as well. As if he were just wading through a warfield.
The image begins to tremble, and after a moment it might become clear that it's not the only thing shaking. Alma's entire body seems to be trembling now.] I know you're there, I can feel you there. Don't pretend like you're not, I know it.
[His hand tightens on the PDA, and the trembling seems to stop, if just for a moment, and while most of the feed is covered by the shadow of his palm over the camera, there's still enough to show a bit of his face, to reveal a malicious smile and slightly too-wide, crazed eyes.] Obviously you have something in mind for this place. So just... give me the order. [And if you look close enough, if you're not too busy connecting the dots and panicking, preparing for the inevitable shit-storm this will bring… you might just notice the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.]