May 08, 2011 19:18
[ the Forge switches on: it is on a small table, the feed partially obscured by the cloak-pin and handful of ivories that have obviously been dropped haphazardly onto the table with it. ]
Raki? Raki!
[ Clare appears in the frame. For those who last saw her after Riful's ministrations, the difference is acute: she is healthier and far more agile. Though her leg still ends in bandages at the knee, indoors she doesn't bother with a cloak or a crutch, just uses her three remaining limbs to swing herself off the furniture, springing down onto one hand to look under the bed and then up again, peering behind the door. ]
[ At last she looks towards the Forge and a rare smile lights up her face. has she noticed it's on? Not at first - instead she hops over to pick up a small ducking from somewhere just off-screen. She taps it lightly on the head with a finger, almost scolding. ]
You're quieter than your namesake. But just as troublesome.
[ A sigh. . . and then she notices her Forge is broadcasting and her expression goes blank. After all, she's been avoiding the video function for a reason. ]
Ah. Excuse me.
[ A flick, and it's off. ]
rigaldo,
kunsel,
rukia kuchiki,
!clare,
teresa,
priscilla