34 Ofuda [video]
[It was only darkness that started the feed... And silence that was cut by the rumble of a storm contained within a man, a voice like purest thunder.
Welcome! O' UNWELCOMED ONE!
[The delicate chime of a small bell sounded softly in reply, before the soft, deep tone of the Medicine Seller answered]
Form... truth... and regret are known.
[Spoken in the Archaic Japanese, the words as calm as they ever were]
With these now known, can the sword come forth.
Unsheathe
[And a sound like the scream of a demon]
Unsheathe!
[The communicator finally clattered to the ground, flickering on among a forest of death, the bodies of monsters impaled upon massive spikes around them... as a golden being weaved and darted among them to avoid a sword borne from shadows, with the holy light of his own sword lighting up the darkness like a captured sunbeam...
The video faded to black as the golden one, and the beast of shadows took their fight to the canopy of spikes above...
How much time passed before the feed again became live? This time, that button had been hit on purpose, though no sound came from it, the landscape mute under the gently falling snow.
How strange and bright the blood looked against the pure white snow, as a single, almost delicate looking hand rested just inside the frame, the finger pressed down against the record button.
Words were... a bit beyond him right now]
[[ooc: Don't worry, the MS is alive! Alucard just... got a little excited. And yes, the log is still in progress]]
Welcome! O' UNWELCOMED ONE!
[The delicate chime of a small bell sounded softly in reply, before the soft, deep tone of the Medicine Seller answered]
Form... truth... and regret are known.
[Spoken in the Archaic Japanese, the words as calm as they ever were]
With these now known, can the sword come forth.
Unsheathe
[And a sound like the scream of a demon]
Unsheathe!
[The communicator finally clattered to the ground, flickering on among a forest of death, the bodies of monsters impaled upon massive spikes around them... as a golden being weaved and darted among them to avoid a sword borne from shadows, with the holy light of his own sword lighting up the darkness like a captured sunbeam...
The video faded to black as the golden one, and the beast of shadows took their fight to the canopy of spikes above...
How much time passed before the feed again became live? This time, that button had been hit on purpose, though no sound came from it, the landscape mute under the gently falling snow.
How strange and bright the blood looked against the pure white snow, as a single, almost delicate looking hand rested just inside the frame, the finger pressed down against the record button.
Words were... a bit beyond him right now]
[[ooc: Don't worry, the MS is alive! Alucard just... got a little excited. And yes, the log is still in progress]]