♦ ⌈ video - 001 ⌋ ♦
[A series of loud thumps, clicks, and rattling noises can be heard when the recording begins. It sounds almost as though someone has dropped the Forge-or perhaps it has been deliberately thrown.
Footsteps follow, like whispers, soft at first until they are closer and much more crisp. When the device is nudged, seemingly with the toe of a shoe or sandal, it triggers the switch between audio and video. Suddenly in view upon the screen is a low crouching woman with short dark hair, narrowed brown eyes, and a hard edge to the curve of her lips. She picks up the Forge in hand and her frown deepens.]
I could have sworn for a moment that I... [That she heard voices coming from it. Strangers speaking... but how is that possible?
She glances first to the right, then the left, and then stands slowly. With no one in sight she does not feel so foolish when she speaks again.]
Well? [A slight shake of the Forge, and the visual of the woman is hard to make out for a moment. When the image settles, she continues.] What trickery is this, hm? I demand to know immediately!
[Upon no response her thin brows furrow further and she heaves a heavy sigh, eyes closing.]
...I don't know what I was expecting. This is useless, talking to a piece of junk...
[There are several long moments of silence before she holds the device up higher and opens her eyes again, head tilting slightly as she examines it in better light.
A look of hesitation flashes across her face, hard to catch before it's gone again. When she speaks, she sounds sure of herself... although perhaps not as sure as she would like to be.] If someone can hear me through this thing... I would be greatly appreciative of some assistance.
[And, almost as an after thought-] ...Please.
Footsteps follow, like whispers, soft at first until they are closer and much more crisp. When the device is nudged, seemingly with the toe of a shoe or sandal, it triggers the switch between audio and video. Suddenly in view upon the screen is a low crouching woman with short dark hair, narrowed brown eyes, and a hard edge to the curve of her lips. She picks up the Forge in hand and her frown deepens.]
I could have sworn for a moment that I... [That she heard voices coming from it. Strangers speaking... but how is that possible?
She glances first to the right, then the left, and then stands slowly. With no one in sight she does not feel so foolish when she speaks again.]
Well? [A slight shake of the Forge, and the visual of the woman is hard to make out for a moment. When the image settles, she continues.] What trickery is this, hm? I demand to know immediately!
[Upon no response her thin brows furrow further and she heaves a heavy sigh, eyes closing.]
...I don't know what I was expecting. This is useless, talking to a piece of junk...
[There are several long moments of silence before she holds the device up higher and opens her eyes again, head tilting slightly as she examines it in better light.
A look of hesitation flashes across her face, hard to catch before it's gone again. When she speaks, she sounds sure of herself... although perhaps not as sure as she would like to be.] If someone can hear me through this thing... I would be greatly appreciative of some assistance.
[And, almost as an after thought-] ...Please.