Mar 08, 2011 05:14
[The video is steady enough - a shot of the ruins of a massive mansion. Half-standing, half destroyed, bits of furniture peeking out from beneath shattered walls. It jars a little as the recorder walks, a little audible sigh escaping her lips after her third step.]
[She leans over and lifts a half of a now crushed wardrobe with one hand.]
One danger fades, only for another to begin. This place is no so different than home, in the end. We even share some of the same threats.
[She means you, Isley. But not only you.]
[A bit of silence. Rafaela turns the Forge, catching the glimpse of a fox pup frolicking in the ruins.]
I would say this constitutes a good reason why one does not make beds with monsters. If anyone is in need of assistance, I would be willing to help.
[And finally, after a moment's pause...]
...is that a pet?
[ooc: sleeptime! I'll get any replies that may or may not occur while I am sleeping... once I am done sleeping!]
!rafaela,
yachiru kusajishi,
irene,
clare