002 ✾ Fingers Broken ✾ Video
[ The device crackles somewhat and static is seen, before Belarus appears on-screen, eyes solemn as always and long fingers tossing her hair over one shoulder. She adjusts the screen to her liking before smiling into it, placating, and then clearing her throat to begin to speak. ]
It has come to my urgent attention that Brother was recently in a dispute with... [ She halts her words, frowning into the name as a quick flicker of disgust makes its way over her features. ] America.
However, no one should worry, as Brother is now recovering in my care and under my constant surveillance and vigilant eye. [ She is toying with something off-screen now, and her usually soft smile has curved its way into a grin. When her eyes return to the screen, they are alight with something. However, it quickly vanishes, and her lower lip protrudes ever so slightly in a frown and her brow furrows. ]
I am deeply saddened that someone has chosen to hurt Brother. It is a decision that I feel a certain someone will regret. [ Her eyes light up again, that spark in them that was there just moments before. She lifts a large knife to the camera, lets its sheen engulf the lens in a quick flash of light before she is seen running a finger along its sharpened edge. It is obvious that she cuts herself on the blade though this doesn't deter her; instead she brings her long finger to her lips and licks the blood from its tip delicately, eyes on the camera all the while. She then returns her hands to her lap and nods toward her audience, as if she has just agreed to hold up her own end of some suspicious agreement. ]
Oh!
[ Suddenly her gaze has become that light, friendly one once more, eyes innocent and betraying nothing. She smiles into the camera and a small giggle passes her lips as it seems she realizes something. ]
Brother is calling! I suppose he must want his food now. I should go, then.
Another time!
[ There is one last glimpse of her almost childish smile before the feed cuts out, static, then nothing. ]
It has come to my urgent attention that Brother was recently in a dispute with... [ She halts her words, frowning into the name as a quick flicker of disgust makes its way over her features. ] America.
However, no one should worry, as Brother is now recovering in my care and under my constant surveillance and vigilant eye. [ She is toying with something off-screen now, and her usually soft smile has curved its way into a grin. When her eyes return to the screen, they are alight with something. However, it quickly vanishes, and her lower lip protrudes ever so slightly in a frown and her brow furrows. ]
I am deeply saddened that someone has chosen to hurt Brother. It is a decision that I feel a certain someone will regret. [ Her eyes light up again, that spark in them that was there just moments before. She lifts a large knife to the camera, lets its sheen engulf the lens in a quick flash of light before she is seen running a finger along its sharpened edge. It is obvious that she cuts herself on the blade though this doesn't deter her; instead she brings her long finger to her lips and licks the blood from its tip delicately, eyes on the camera all the while. She then returns her hands to her lap and nods toward her audience, as if she has just agreed to hold up her own end of some suspicious agreement. ]
Oh!
[ Suddenly her gaze has become that light, friendly one once more, eyes innocent and betraying nothing. She smiles into the camera and a small giggle passes her lips as it seems she realizes something. ]
Brother is calling! I suppose he must want his food now. I should go, then.
Another time!
[ There is one last glimpse of her almost childish smile before the feed cuts out, static, then nothing. ]