[When Merry comes onto video, she's standing in the back area of the Opera Abandoned, leaning over a little as she fiddles with something. After a moment she straightens enough to reveal a sniper's rifle in her hands.

Don't ask where she got it.]

Hmm. Baby's going to need a cleaning after this. Now, as for my target-- oh damn it.

[With her dress ( Read more... )

[The camera catches a lovely blonde woman starting to stir in bed, her stretching arms having jarred the communicator and caused it to start recording. This is Merry Weather, aged up to twenty years old. She sits up and blinks blearily around her, confused at the girlish room she is in before realizing that she isn't at home anymore. Merry presses ( Read more... )

[When the video turns on, everyone will notice that Merry isn't quite herself-- in fact, she's shrunken and most decidedly not made up of skin and blood anymore. Instead, her hair is yarn, her skin is cloth, her eyes are abnormally big and blank and unblinking, and the indifferent little line that's supposed to be her mouth isn't curving up into ( Read more... )

[Have a ferret fais on your Network, City. The ferret noses and paws at the device, tilting its head this way and that before sitting on its haunches in front of it, its whiskers twitching. And then it turns its head off to the side and starts speaking in a distinctly male, though somewhat young and high pitched, voice.]Merry, what's this button do ( Read more... )