[Video | NOT from David's Forge number] backdated to the 7th, late night
[At first it might as well be a voice post. Darkness, and, muffled by cloth, the sounds of footsteps of voices.]
Hey! I said to stop! [The voice, slurred by drink, doesn't belong to any of the Scorched.] Fucking Scorched! [The footsteps stop.]
Basta- [As the man speaks, there's a shift. A rushed view of black cloth, of two pairs of legs standing about a yard apart in a small alley. The Forge clatters onto the ground just in time to allow a view of a man who looks exactly like "Jim Standfast" very efficiently punching a drunken native in the gut. The native doubles over and drops the bottle he had been holding. Almost as an afterthought, "Jim" hits him on the back of the head, and the man crumples to the ground, out cold. "Jim" leans down and turns the native face up, and-
the feed cuts out.]
(( OOC: Italics are random citizen. Shadow!David will not be replying to this post, but you will be getting a freaked out actual David. ))
Hey! I said to stop! [The voice, slurred by drink, doesn't belong to any of the Scorched.] Fucking Scorched! [The footsteps stop.]
Basta- [As the man speaks, there's a shift. A rushed view of black cloth, of two pairs of legs standing about a yard apart in a small alley. The Forge clatters onto the ground just in time to allow a view of a man who looks exactly like "Jim Standfast" very efficiently punching a drunken native in the gut. The native doubles over and drops the bottle he had been holding. Almost as an afterthought, "Jim" hits him on the back of the head, and the man crumples to the ground, out cold. "Jim" leans down and turns the native face up, and-
the feed cuts out.]
(( OOC: Italics are random citizen. Shadow!David will not be replying to this post, but you will be getting a freaked out actual David. ))