// 009. [video]
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[Static. Traces of gold in the odd light of the feed. Broadcast as if through a thin shroud. No, wait. It moves. Smoke?
The reflection of small bottles. The roar of a fire. The hiss of unmistakable pain.
There's a young man on a table (some of you might recognize him) - stretched out, shirtless and bleeding. The cuts on his chest have mostly healed - and now they open fresh of their own accord.
Laughter. A muffled question. Dark hair dragging across his chest and through the blood as she whispers something awful against his ear.
Trails her wand along his arm - there's the thrum of magic in his veins, a mercurial burn (can't you see it) as the restraints tighten, as the cuts on his chest grow deeper. They're singing with his voice, an empty chorus of not again.]
(In the background, against the wall, a girl. Very faintly she hums against the chorus. Not nothing. Not absence. Chii? There will e time to deal with her later.]
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[Static. Red spill of light (no, that's fire) behind a shadowy mass - seething - searching - because the table is empty and the girl in the corner knows nothing---
(is nothing)
---beyond fear because she can't even look up. Still shivering from the last curse that hit her deceptively lifelike), but it's not the same as having real ones to play with.
Ones with soft, betraying thoughts and memories with which to taunt, vaults of words with which to coax tears and sometimes a stray sentence of some partially-recalled muggle thing (it's brilliant what they'll say when the pain really takes off).
They bargain and they reason (as if they could be reasoned with - as if they were worth reasoning with) and soon enough they've gone and run, and the fire gives chase, lights up the stone steps and pushes back the Mist until the Mist pushes back.
And he's gone.
iii
*forthcoming*
[ooc: I had meant for all three pieces to be posted together, but since the log isn't yet finished, I'm posting the first two forgecast snippets here, and I'll pop the action log in here when it's complete!
Basically, Bella's forge is broadcasting her memories of Reid's torture and escape, which took place 1/22. After chasing Reid unsuccessfully and getting turned around in the Mist and trapped in her own memories for days that felt like hours (wonky timeshift! Thanks alot, Mist!), there will be some accidental live footage of her running into and scuffling with with Cloud and Cara - ending in her untimely demise at Cara's hand due to a rebounding spell. An Avada Kedavra will be heard in her crazyvoice, but it'll strike her square in the chest and the feed will end with dead!Bella staring into it. XD]