-Video Feed-
[ The communicator clicks on, the image taking a moment to focus and soon displays the enlarged image of a liquid grey eye, light coloured rivulets stretching and contracting slightly as the pupil adjusts itself to the dim moonlight. Minato backs into view, hands outreaching along the sides of the communicator's view should it tip. The boy's face is pale and dark rings hang beneath his eyes. He appeared to be ill, but the determination on his face is still evident, overpowering his weakened appearance.
He should have been in bed resting. Instead, he was in a darken wooded area alone. He knows the dangers of being there, and knows the dangers of what he is about to do, which is why he set up the camera. Should something happen, somebody would see it and come looking. Once he's sure the camera is balanced on the branch he sat it on he walks towards a clearer area, bathed in moonlight- what looks like a gun becomes clearly visible in his right hand, glinting in that light, his Katana in the left. His steps are wobbly and unsure, he struggles to keep his balance only to trip over his own feet and fall to his knees where his stomach heaves and he relieves the contents of it into the grass. A long moment passes before he forces himself to his feet and centres himself in the clearing. ]
... I need to.
[ His trembling hand grips the once cool metal, now heated by his body. He held that Evoker all day long because something inside told him it was time. Slowly he raises the "weapon" to his temple. He hesitates. The woods around him seem still and quiet. The breeze is gentle and chills his skin. Leaves break loose from the stems that hold them to their branches and twist on the breeze, into the moonlight around him like violent dancers.
There were so many. All of them different. All of them available to only him- but one was on his quiet mind. Only one. Minato clenches his jaw and draws in a cold breath, holding it, letting it sting his nose and lungs. His finger tenses on the trigger but does not pull it- not yet. He listens hard to the deceptive night, waiting. He knows the quiet is falsly reassuring. It is then that the distant shrieking is heard, and the shuffling of bushes. The sounds grow louder and the shuffling closer.
Just one. ]
ORPHEUS!!
No more hesitation. He pulls the trigger- the loud bang of the gunshot rips through the quiet night- and the force rips through his head. What explodes out the other side is not flesh and blood. Light and shards. The winds become violent and colourful steams circle and dance around his body, from his feet whirling up and over his head- Until the communicator is knocked into the grass by the forceful winds. There is a sound of running and something bursting through the brush, the screaming, feral sounds now sound as close as he. Nothing but the starry sky can be seen through the canopy the communicator is now facing.. ]
((OOC: Why yes, I DO know it's TL;DR, thank you Shinji my dear. not know they are Reavers.))
He should have been in bed resting. Instead, he was in a darken wooded area alone. He knows the dangers of being there, and knows the dangers of what he is about to do, which is why he set up the camera. Should something happen, somebody would see it and come looking. Once he's sure the camera is balanced on the branch he sat it on he walks towards a clearer area, bathed in moonlight- what looks like a gun becomes clearly visible in his right hand, glinting in that light, his Katana in the left. His steps are wobbly and unsure, he struggles to keep his balance only to trip over his own feet and fall to his knees where his stomach heaves and he relieves the contents of it into the grass. A long moment passes before he forces himself to his feet and centres himself in the clearing. ]
... I need to.
[ His trembling hand grips the once cool metal, now heated by his body. He held that Evoker all day long because something inside told him it was time. Slowly he raises the "weapon" to his temple. He hesitates. The woods around him seem still and quiet. The breeze is gentle and chills his skin. Leaves break loose from the stems that hold them to their branches and twist on the breeze, into the moonlight around him like violent dancers.
There were so many. All of them different. All of them available to only him- but one was on his quiet mind. Only one. Minato clenches his jaw and draws in a cold breath, holding it, letting it sting his nose and lungs. His finger tenses on the trigger but does not pull it- not yet. He listens hard to the deceptive night, waiting. He knows the quiet is falsly reassuring. It is then that the distant shrieking is heard, and the shuffling of bushes. The sounds grow louder and the shuffling closer.
Just one. ]
ORPHEUS!!
No more hesitation. He pulls the trigger- the loud bang of the gunshot rips through the quiet night- and the force rips through his head. What explodes out the other side is not flesh and blood. Light and shards. The winds become violent and colourful steams circle and dance around his body, from his feet whirling up and over his head- Until the communicator is knocked into the grass by the forceful winds. There is a sound of running and something bursting through the brush, the screaming, feral sounds now sound as close as he. Nothing but the starry sky can be seen through the canopy the communicator is now facing.. ]
((OOC: Why yes, I DO know it's TL;DR, thank you Shinji my dear. not know they are Reavers.))