video | action :: BUILDING NINE
[the feed flickers on and off for the first few seconds, before the camera records shakily - random pictures: the sky, the insignia of a broadcast station, white metallic... membrane. The communicator's owner finally deigns to show up, blood everywhere:on his hands, his hair, his clothing, his tonfa. On his prefect badge. With him is a token all but his own size, which seems to hold his interest for a moment: a torn and tattered harpy wing poorly poorly sewn against the metal spike that probably took it down, 'nami' scribbled in mud and chalk on the side of it. ]
...I don't need this.
[ He thrusts it steadily in the rubble of a collapsed wall, pales of wind flying the new 'flag.' ]
[ ooc: action for anyone handling the HARPY LAIR BY BUILDING NINE. Threadjack at will! Also, network post with that video feed for everyone else /o/ AND I AM SORRY FOR FAIL-FLAG CROP. ]