// 001. [video]

[halcyonthird]

[The hiss and crackle of a bad connection. Shadow. Flashes of mist. It's probable the silver iris is familiar - and as the figure pulls back, the angular features of a woman. Reminiscent perhaps of a familiar group of women - face is all sharp lines and bled of color. She's nearly glowing against the darkness behind her. And then she's lost in

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[VOICE] /FLAILS. FOREVER.

[yetsleeping]

[For a long time, there's just silence and more silence.]

[And static, because Priscilla hit the reply button but didn't actually find any words, or anything to say.]

[And then she kind of. Sniffles. And her voice is very tiny, when she says...]

...Irene?

[video and then voice]

[halcyonthird]

[Something's moving - fast. The view is shaky - misty treeline, then ground, droplets of blood against a flash of a bootbuckle. The hiss grows louder, and the video feed cuts out. The sound does not.]

[cracklehum] much farther [hiss!pop]

[hummmmmmmmmmmm] that you? [crackle]

[...video] ...Pris is like one comment away from running after her. FYI.

[yetsleeping]

Irene?!

I... what are you doing?! You can't... are you in...

You have to get out of there. Please, come back toward the city!

[video; voice]

[halcyonthird]

[hiss] can't be [hiss] just like [crackle]

[hum] is this [hum]

[staticky hum] not yom---

[That just might be blade being unsheathed under all that static, but it's a little hard to tell, because yeah, we have a sound cut.]

[ooc: later today, there will be a log. :o]

[video; voice]

[yetsleeping]

[Okay now she's definitely panicking. So she clicks off her Forge and takes off.]