{There's dark, this vision heavy with black and an unnatural fog, the creation of subconscious alone. A man sits slumped against a stone wall, scant light from a lantern hanging nearby the sole allowance for sight ( Read more... )

{Here the screen fills again with that darling little face, all goggles and indifference, head tilting one side to the other as he thinks on his words. From what you can see within the frame, he's reclined comfortably on a purple couch, right hand holding the Forge aloft as the other remains unseen ( Read more... )

{Where most of the morning had been spent in a stagger, a stream of expletives and a reawakening of sorts, the afternoon and evening were spent in... much the same way. The door, he knew the door. Knew the sky. The city. Knew the scent of the air, pungent with native... well...

pungent with nativeHe knew where he was. Knew he could do little to ( Read more... )

{It was funny. He knew he'd die.

Didn't expect to wake up in an alley, though, least of all that alley. Malfatto recognizes it the moment his eyes flash open, the brick, almost the scent, though what comes new of it is the sheer, crippling pain when he tries to move, tries to turn on his side. Rasping a breath, lungs searing, he cries out ( Read more... )

He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

{ooc: Don't mind the stupid ad, k. I HAD NOTHING ELSE}

He's straddling her, knees planted into pavement oozing with blood, chest heaving with the thrill of it all ( Read more... )

{Truly, nothing beats the comforts of home. Isn't that right?}

{He should ask Riza. She'd probably like to be home right now, no? He should have tucked her head away under his arm. Brought her to his home, at least. Fed her sweets and spoke warmly to her of his successes ( Read more... )

{The recording starts with a loud... yawn, of all things, our dottore and his infamous, goggled visage looming into view as he settles in at his Arena work area, Forge propped up before him on the counter top. He appears lethargic, holding his head up with a hand sheathed in leather.}So many gone. So many come. Trapped, released. Trapped, released ( Read more... )

{And here you see... boots. Light brown, soft leather, the pointed toe of one tapping weathered floorboards impatiently as fingertips skim the lens. Her voice is soft, humming impishly as she figures out the device ( Read more... )

{Click! and you're watching the excavation site from... quite high up.}

What are they doing down there?

After all the nonsense that's been going on this past week, this is what people are focusing energy on? They ought to be more concerned with other raging creatures roaming into the city on murderous rampages ( Read more... )