[Verity seems to already be fairly accustomed to her new living situation. She’s sitting in a big comfortable-looking chair, with a big comfortable-looking bulldog snuggled into her lap. It seems to be slightly on the crowded side up there and her lap is a bit dwarfed by the animal laying on her but he’s snuffling happily and she pets his head with ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on in fumbling hands, dirty and streaked with blood and mud. A small cat sniffs at the red haired woman whose face is hidden by her drawn-up knees. Her breathing is ragged, her body pressed into the corner of the room and her bright hair is a mess ( Read more... )

Everything is burning. The whole church from the doorway up through the nave, all the pews and chapels. Everything, in flames.

Our beautiful, beautiful cathedral.

The bells ring into the orange glowing night of a city on fire. Why is it so cold when everything is burning? It should be hot, an inferno melting locks and hinges and footed figural ( Read more... )

[Bap. Bap. Whap. The Forge is turned on apparently by a swatting white paw which continues to slap the lens around for another moment before the animal beating up the Forge retreats, apparently to regroup. She’s a very young black and white cat, still a kitten really, and she hunkers down a foot or so away from the Forge, staring it down ( Read more... )

[When the video turns on, it has none of the hallmarks of a first time user. There is no clumsy handling, no mashing of buttons. The Forge is centered and aimed steadily at a pretty red haired girl who looks to be in her early twenties. She frowns a little uncertainly, as if she’s not quite sure if talking on this thing is a good idea.]I was just ( Read more... )