Aug 18, 2011 08:42
[An abrupt transmission bumps onto the display of the communicators from the temple, jumping with static as the image settles on the buildings steps. There is a body there. It can not be mistaken for anything else, so ordinary it is under the grandeur of the temple. Face down against the stone the mess of grey clothes and purple hair doesn't move. The only motion comes with a splash of red ribbon that flutters in the breeze from the figures hair.]
the panic in me,
what is this i don't even