[007] video [backdated to 1 AM Saturday morning]
[ The feed opens with a crackle, the video gradually focusing to reveal...not much of anything. Just a dingy sort of half-light that speaks of rankness and decay. A brief glimpse can been seen of a figure looming out of the darkness, orange and blue splashed across an imposing, if not intimidating form. The mask obscures his features, but the voice may be recognizable. ]
A word to the wise, Siren's Port.
[ The angle shifts, a young prisoner visible even in the poor lighting. He's bound hand and foot to a chair with a gag shoved in his mouth. A red helmet, of sorts, sits innocently in his lap. Walking over to him, Slade grasps his chin and forces him to look at the camera -- Jason's own NV. ]
Keep your birds in a better gilded cage.
[ Letting go, he pats Jason on the cheek, ignoring the mutinous, if not murderous rage in the eyes of the other. ]
Better luck next time.
[ With that, he turns and melts back into the shadows. The feed rolls for another minute before it finally cuts out. ]
[ooc: Continued from this. Slade posted this from Jason's NV so it will be traceable to him. He may or may not respond to others with his own NV.]
A word to the wise, Siren's Port.
[ The angle shifts, a young prisoner visible even in the poor lighting. He's bound hand and foot to a chair with a gag shoved in his mouth. A red helmet, of sorts, sits innocently in his lap. Walking over to him, Slade grasps his chin and forces him to look at the camera -- Jason's own NV. ]
Keep your birds in a better gilded cage.
[ Letting go, he pats Jason on the cheek, ignoring the mutinous, if not murderous rage in the eyes of the other. ]
Better luck next time.
[ With that, he turns and melts back into the shadows. The feed rolls for another minute before it finally cuts out. ]
[ooc: Continued from this. Slade posted this from Jason's NV so it will be traceable to him. He may or may not respond to others with his own NV.]