Feb 20, 2011 11:23
[there's a small figure kneeling on the screen of the forge, eyes squeezed shut, obviously fighting an internal battle. lip caught between teeth, fists clenched, but it's no use. even as you watch, her monstrousness is becoming more apparent.
strangely, there is no sound, though she appears to be saying something. but despite the features twisting demonically, you may recognize the leader of the Patrol Force, Priscilla.
her eyes snap open, yellow.
funny, shouldn't a newly Awakened warrior be giving off waves of Yoki? those with that sort of ability can feel no matching energy pulse as the creature's arms and legs lengthen in deformity. the face still has a kind of etherial beauty, but her gaze is merciless. her tongue darts out to lick her lips-
and so fast it's not visible to the casual viewer, a sword whips across the screen and severs the monstrous Priscilla's head from her neck. blood spurts, so dark it's almost black, surreal without any noise to match. the body tips, lifeless, and a gout of fresh viscera across the screen ends the transmission.]
-event: broadcast mind,
jennifer check,
irene,
!clare