.third.quarter. [video]
[the image swirls up as if from great depths, from behind a curtain, of muffled sound and swirling shades-where first there was only Mist;
a man bent against buffeting forces, fighting his way forward, wand in one hand, forge in the other; audio like video slowly coalescing from dispersed echoes-as if he'd been blown into atoms which are now rejoining, but he hadn't noticed…]
Dora?!
[and what he says next are things he's already said. In inflection and urgency unmistakable, if you heard before; but now with the inaudible bits filled in.
For him it's still the first time he said it.]
Dora I'm getting close. I picked up the trail. The signatures were twisted but I found a clear one and I promise I'm nearly there, I'll find you. I know it's Lestrange. I know what she can do, but I know what you can do. Remember that we love you. Remember that-
[he's knocked back and doubles over against an explosion of Mist and wind. A bubble popping, a tornado released. As it dies down, the weirdest sound effect: a double-processed audio, forgecast via forgecast… your forge is overhearing his forge delivering a time-delayed playback:
-which he doesn't know is time-delayed-for him it's right now, the first time…]
" Remus, where are you?"
[then, the same disembodied, electric redundant processing-on what had already been an inhumanly bloodcurdling scream.
The forge suddenly goes to static. The kind a few of you may have seen before. The kind that indicates it's just experienced total overload interference from being too close to a huge, wild output of magical energy.
The picture comes back with a jolt. There is no more Mist. Lupin is standing in an empty plane, flattened, blasted rock; wand still sparking; around him a crackling globe of energies, behind which the Mist roils.
His shape is human but his voice is not.]
Shirley I'm here
I followed into the Mist
I followed her power but it's gone
the trace is gone
it was just here
now it's
I can't have let it happen again
not again
she killed her again
[ooc: what happened was this.]
a man bent against buffeting forces, fighting his way forward, wand in one hand, forge in the other; audio like video slowly coalescing from dispersed echoes-as if he'd been blown into atoms which are now rejoining, but he hadn't noticed…]
Dora?!
[and what he says next are things he's already said. In inflection and urgency unmistakable, if you heard before; but now with the inaudible bits filled in.
For him it's still the first time he said it.]
Dora I'm getting close. I picked up the trail. The signatures were twisted but I found a clear one and I promise I'm nearly there, I'll find you. I know it's Lestrange. I know what she can do, but I know what you can do. Remember that we love you. Remember that-
[he's knocked back and doubles over against an explosion of Mist and wind. A bubble popping, a tornado released. As it dies down, the weirdest sound effect: a double-processed audio, forgecast via forgecast… your forge is overhearing his forge delivering a time-delayed playback:
-which he doesn't know is time-delayed-for him it's right now, the first time…]
" Remus, where are you?"
[then, the same disembodied, electric redundant processing-on what had already been an inhumanly bloodcurdling scream.
The forge suddenly goes to static. The kind a few of you may have seen before. The kind that indicates it's just experienced total overload interference from being too close to a huge, wild output of magical energy.
The picture comes back with a jolt. There is no more Mist. Lupin is standing in an empty plane, flattened, blasted rock; wand still sparking; around him a crackling globe of energies, behind which the Mist roils.
His shape is human but his voice is not.]
Shirley I'm here
I followed into the Mist
I followed her power but it's gone
the trace is gone
it was just here
now it's
I can't have let it happen again
not again
she killed her again
[ooc: what happened was this.]