Forty-nine serpents: deep in the sway of our dark
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[Back-dated to earlier today]
[She was doing fine. She was surviving. The whole city, that was their mission right now, just surviving. And that, Anko was always good at. She had to be good at it. One out of ten wasn't an easy statistic, not even when you were in the ten-percent that survived.
But on the third day, it seems as if something has finally given way. Because Anko looks like shit. And more than just the usual, sort of baseline shitty pretty much everyone in the city is seeming by this point. Her hair is down and in disarray, her coat is missing, even her metal mesh shirt is showing wear and tear from three days of non-stop fire and fighting.
Her expression is the most haunting though, for it seems the despair has gotten through to her too, after three days of wearing at her and her own defenses, her own resolution, it has finally broken her. That is how she looks now: utterly broken, and dead emotionally, if not physically--yet, anyway. Because the way she's just sitting there, staring at the PCD like it's a foreign object she doesn't understand, without protection as fire keeps falling around her, can't be healthy for long either.
And then she begins to laugh, the almost-smile dark and twisted and creepy.
The laugh itself is an utterly creepy sound,even mroe hollow and humorless than her usual sarcasm.]
Aelia, wasn't it? Hehehe...
[But whatever she thinks of that Animus, Adstringendum doesn't get to hear it, because something catches her attention and there's a flicker, just a flicker, of something there in her eyes, before it dies again, leaving her blank and expressionless again.]
Fuck it. Haha, we're all gonna burn anyway, huh?
[She looks dispassionately up at a fireball that looks like it's on trajectory to hit her, not moving, not side-stepping. A second or so later it crashes near enough to shower everything in fire and debris, and the feed goes blank.]
[[ooc: Yes Anko is dead, no, it won't be lasting mroe than a minute or two before she answers. Fair warning: over the course of the post, Anko will be getting steadily worse, both in mind and body.]]
[Back-dated to earlier today]
[She was doing fine. She was surviving. The whole city, that was their mission right now, just surviving. And that, Anko was always good at. She had to be good at it. One out of ten wasn't an easy statistic, not even when you were in the ten-percent that survived.
But on the third day, it seems as if something has finally given way. Because Anko looks like shit. And more than just the usual, sort of baseline shitty pretty much everyone in the city is seeming by this point. Her hair is down and in disarray, her coat is missing, even her metal mesh shirt is showing wear and tear from three days of non-stop fire and fighting.
Her expression is the most haunting though, for it seems the despair has gotten through to her too, after three days of wearing at her and her own defenses, her own resolution, it has finally broken her. That is how she looks now: utterly broken, and dead emotionally, if not physically--yet, anyway. Because the way she's just sitting there, staring at the PCD like it's a foreign object she doesn't understand, without protection as fire keeps falling around her, can't be healthy for long either.
And then she begins to laugh, the almost-smile dark and twisted and creepy.
The laugh itself is an utterly creepy sound,even mroe hollow and humorless than her usual sarcasm.]
Aelia, wasn't it? Hehehe...
[But whatever she thinks of that Animus, Adstringendum doesn't get to hear it, because something catches her attention and there's a flicker, just a flicker, of something there in her eyes, before it dies again, leaving her blank and expressionless again.]
Fuck it. Haha, we're all gonna burn anyway, huh?
[She looks dispassionately up at a fireball that looks like it's on trajectory to hit her, not moving, not side-stepping. A second or so later it crashes near enough to shower everything in fire and debris, and the feed goes blank.]
[[ooc: Yes Anko is dead, no, it won't be lasting mroe than a minute or two before she answers. Fair warning: over the course of the post, Anko will be getting steadily worse, both in mind and body.]]