Eighth Awakening [Video]
[The video opens to shadowy shapes moving in a gray background. They shift in out and out of the picture, motions slow and indistinct. There is a low buzz of static, and the feed turns grainy. When it clears, there's only gray, until the scene shifts and fingers cover the screen. Yes, Riful is out wandering in the fog. Her voice, when it comes, is distinctly unconcerned.]
Mm? I think I hit the wrong button... it's a bit difficult to see.
[The view tilts until you can make out Riful's smiling face, lit up by the light. There might be an odd glint in her eyes, but then again, it could just be the lighting and general eerieness all around. After all, she sounds quite normal.]
Ah, so I was right. Well, I suppose this isn't the best of ideas, but I thought I'd stock up on some more food before the fog got any worse. There's no telling how long it will last, after all, and it's not too bad if you just follow the walls-- [Her gaze shifts, as if she'd just caught sight of something.]
Oh? What's this? Come out, why don't you-- Ow! [A silver something shoots past her, and Riful drops the communicator with a startled sound. There is a blurry moment of falling, then a clatter as it hits the street. After a moment, you can hear the rustling sound of someone examining herself, but nothing is visible but fog.]
Nngh ...that hurt. Not much of a cut though. I must say, someone has terrible aim...
[Footsteps are audible in the distance, and Riful's voice becomes a sing-song.]
Who's ther~re?
[The feed ends. Yup, that was a bayonet, courtesy of Father Anderson. Only a scratch, though.]
Mm? I think I hit the wrong button... it's a bit difficult to see.
[The view tilts until you can make out Riful's smiling face, lit up by the light. There might be an odd glint in her eyes, but then again, it could just be the lighting and general eerieness all around. After all, she sounds quite normal.]
Ah, so I was right. Well, I suppose this isn't the best of ideas, but I thought I'd stock up on some more food before the fog got any worse. There's no telling how long it will last, after all, and it's not too bad if you just follow the walls-- [Her gaze shifts, as if she'd just caught sight of something.]
Oh? What's this? Come out, why don't you-- Ow! [A silver something shoots past her, and Riful drops the communicator with a startled sound. There is a blurry moment of falling, then a clatter as it hits the street. After a moment, you can hear the rustling sound of someone examining herself, but nothing is visible but fog.]
Nngh ...that hurt. Not much of a cut though. I must say, someone has terrible aim...
[Footsteps are audible in the distance, and Riful's voice becomes a sing-song.]
Who's ther~re?
[The feed ends. Yup, that was a bayonet, courtesy of Father Anderson. Only a scratch, though.]