♛ .1o ♛
[ Footage of a chair, first - unoccupied and uninteresting. The room appears to be fully furnished, with a mirror and a set of drawers in the back, something of a contrast to Hades's usually austere quarters. Has he finally gotten around to buying furniture?
No. He's in someone else's home. The home of someone... recently deceased. ]
Ha.
[ A little noise of accomplishment, and a flash of his clawed fingertips as he props up the Forge carefully. When the camera focuses, there is a person visible. A young, brown-haired boy cut open (with a knife, perhaps), surrounded by puddles of blood, and obviously very dead.
Hades doesn't comment on the scene, instead turning the Forge to another body - an older woman with similarly colored hair slumped against a wall.
A moment later, he reads off what must be the address of the home from somewhere off-camera. ]
It's similar, isn't it?
[ The camera stays turned towards the woman for several minutes, as if he's rather forgotten about it, until the feed times out. ]
No. He's in someone else's home. The home of someone... recently deceased. ]
Ha.
[ A little noise of accomplishment, and a flash of his clawed fingertips as he props up the Forge carefully. When the camera focuses, there is a person visible. A young, brown-haired boy cut open (with a knife, perhaps), surrounded by puddles of blood, and obviously very dead.
Hades doesn't comment on the scene, instead turning the Forge to another body - an older woman with similarly colored hair slumped against a wall.
A moment later, he reads off what must be the address of the home from somewhere off-camera. ]
It's similar, isn't it?
[ The camera stays turned towards the woman for several minutes, as if he's rather forgotten about it, until the feed times out. ]