102. [Video, NO AUDIO]
[Video begins with a jolt and suddenly you're looking at a shatter marks across your screen - someone, or something - whatever's hit the Forge button - has shattered its camera. Apparently, it's also broken the microphone - all you hear is silence.]
[Silence as Priscilla shivers. There is blood on her face, and her hands, and more pouring from between her three fingers - two missing, like the other side of her torso, like a chunk of flesh from her throat, from her stomach, from her legs. Speaking of her legs, they are twisted up, now, lying at unnatural angles, as though full of sticks and not bones. If there were sound - if you could hear anything, it would be screaming, or crying maybe - it's difficult to tell which. But if you watch her face, you can tell this: she is struggling to hold on.]
[She's also looking up - at someone, or something offscreen. For a moment, her breathing calms, slows, as though she's listening to something... and then she drops her head and cries again. Her tears run pale pink down her cheek, mingling with the blood (hers? Probably. It's amazing she has any left.) She squeezes her eyes closed as though to hold them back, but still they well up around her silvery eyelashes, leave trails down her cheek.]
[And then she opens her eyes, and the world begins to shake.]
[Static fills the screen for a second, two. Between bursts of broken images, you can see her eyes glow golden like the sun - you can see the ground around her shift. Stones pull free from their earthy bed and shatter into dust - or spiral upward - seemingly pulled toward the sky.]
[Priscilla tries to push herself upright, but when she moves her arm, the blood flow quickens, staining the ground red, and soon the air is full of an odd red mist - droplets of blood pulled into the vortex of her power, reaching up, and up. She catches her weight on her hands, but -- look! Her hands are no longer pale and thin, the way they were - they shimmer in the light as if made of metal, and her face is marred with veins, her body changing, and... when did her legs grow so straight again?]
[For a moment - just a moment, the static clears, and stones fall to the ground like raindrops, released from her hold. Her chest heaves, and she balls her hands into fists. Again... but when she opens her mouth, blood drips from the corner of it, and when she moves, her stomach wound opens again.]
[Priscilla... screams. You can tell this time. You can nearly hear it, even with no sound. And with that scream, her control slips away.]
[The half-standing buildings around her explode outward, as though pushed by some great force, and for the moment there is nothing - no picture at all. Just static and blackness.]
[The next thing you see is one golden eye... just before the recording cuts off.]
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[ooc: see this ooc post for details!]
[Silence as Priscilla shivers. There is blood on her face, and her hands, and more pouring from between her three fingers - two missing, like the other side of her torso, like a chunk of flesh from her throat, from her stomach, from her legs. Speaking of her legs, they are twisted up, now, lying at unnatural angles, as though full of sticks and not bones. If there were sound - if you could hear anything, it would be screaming, or crying maybe - it's difficult to tell which. But if you watch her face, you can tell this: she is struggling to hold on.]
[She's also looking up - at someone, or something offscreen. For a moment, her breathing calms, slows, as though she's listening to something... and then she drops her head and cries again. Her tears run pale pink down her cheek, mingling with the blood (hers? Probably. It's amazing she has any left.) She squeezes her eyes closed as though to hold them back, but still they well up around her silvery eyelashes, leave trails down her cheek.]
[And then she opens her eyes, and the world begins to shake.]
[Static fills the screen for a second, two. Between bursts of broken images, you can see her eyes glow golden like the sun - you can see the ground around her shift. Stones pull free from their earthy bed and shatter into dust - or spiral upward - seemingly pulled toward the sky.]
[Priscilla tries to push herself upright, but when she moves her arm, the blood flow quickens, staining the ground red, and soon the air is full of an odd red mist - droplets of blood pulled into the vortex of her power, reaching up, and up. She catches her weight on her hands, but -- look! Her hands are no longer pale and thin, the way they were - they shimmer in the light as if made of metal, and her face is marred with veins, her body changing, and... when did her legs grow so straight again?]
[For a moment - just a moment, the static clears, and stones fall to the ground like raindrops, released from her hold. Her chest heaves, and she balls her hands into fists. Again... but when she opens her mouth, blood drips from the corner of it, and when she moves, her stomach wound opens again.]
[Priscilla... screams. You can tell this time. You can nearly hear it, even with no sound. And with that scream, her control slips away.]
[The half-standing buildings around her explode outward, as though pushed by some great force, and for the moment there is nothing - no picture at all. Just static and blackness.]
[The next thing you see is one golden eye... just before the recording cuts off.]
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[ooc: see this ooc post for details!]