#2. in which Arc is nothing but a homesick toddler.
[Accidental Video.]
[The feed clicks on, showing a very clean apartment kitchen. When one says "clean", it actually means spotless and glittering, since Arc is very, very passionate about cleaning and scrubbing. On the table is a bag filled with onion bulbs, and next to it is the brat herself, slumped over with her hat off as she peels them. Afterward, she talks as if someone's there, but it's in some very odd-sounding dialect that definitely isn't Common. However, she speaks it with pauses, as if struggling to find words. She's obviously not fluent in the language she's speaking right now.]
Karmine, need knife. Layer hard take off. Can make we food?
[But after a couple of seconds, she turns around, wondering why there's no reply. Just the clean, empty rooms and her. No other person.]
... Oh, right. Karmine isn't here. Karcist isn't, either. They're not here with me.
Or am I not there with them?
[A moment later, her hands start shaking. As much as she wants it, it's not the onions that are making her cry. She scrubs at her face violently and throws the onion back into the bag with a loud curse. She slams her head into the table, knocking the 3STP over, and the feed shuts off with the quiet sobbing of a weak child.]
[ooc: Red is for Levean, which is a language from her world!]
[The feed clicks on, showing a very clean apartment kitchen. When one says "clean", it actually means spotless and glittering, since Arc is very, very passionate about cleaning and scrubbing. On the table is a bag filled with onion bulbs, and next to it is the brat herself, slumped over with her hat off as she peels them. Afterward, she talks as if someone's there, but it's in some very odd-sounding dialect that definitely isn't Common. However, she speaks it with pauses, as if struggling to find words. She's obviously not fluent in the language she's speaking right now.]
Karmine, need knife. Layer hard take off. Can make we food?
[But after a couple of seconds, she turns around, wondering why there's no reply. Just the clean, empty rooms and her. No other person.]
... Oh, right. Karmine isn't here. Karcist isn't, either. They're not here with me.
Or am I not there with them?
[A moment later, her hands start shaking. As much as she wants it, it's not the onions that are making her cry. She scrubs at her face violently and throws the onion back into the bag with a loud curse. She slams her head into the table, knocking the 3STP over, and the feed shuts off with the quiet sobbing of a weak child.]
[ooc: Red is for Levean, which is a language from her world!]