Mar 01, 2011 21:36
[Here you are, on the roof of the headquarters again, and it's evident that the Forge has come on by accident because Priscilla isn't paying attention to it. Instead, she's hunched over a book, an old and rusty dagger in one hand... reading, and crying at the same time.]
[It's difficult to tell whether she's angry or sad. Maybe a little of each.]
[And the video keeps going for maybe two or three minutes, before she sets the dagger across her lap - across the pages of that old book, rushes her hair back behind her ear, and turns around... just enough to catch the light emanating from the Forge.]
...when did that...
[She wipes her eyes and picks up the Forge. For a moment, you can see the pages of the book - handwritten, maybe a journal?]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--
I'm sorry.
[A long pause. She moves to turn off the machine... and then doesn't.]
I've never taken much time to think about... what it meant, that there were others here before us. And that sometimes we leave, and then we come back different. Maybe I--
[She shakes her head, and her eyes are filling with tears for a moment before she finally does... turn the video off.]
(ooc: responses may be slow? BUT I shall try. Number two.)
!priscilla,
scar,
lady,
tseng,
irene