Fifty-Two Coins--[Accidental/nocurr Video]
[The device seems to have been dropped or stepped on or otherwise unintentionally tripped over. The usual. But it’s been playing the very same recording for some time now.
Flandre, curled small and barely in the frame; just part of a wing, her back, and her voice.]
They keep coming back. Why won’t they leave? They’ll get better, if they leave…be back the next day, like nothing happened, or the day after that or the day after that…
[Flandre sounds…utterly miserable.
She’s found what looks like Cirno’s corpse, all broken and mangled and her wings melted away. She has the fairy cradled in her arms with her wings folded around the body.
And she won’t stop crying. She hasn’t, for a very long time.
Cirno wasn’t the only one she had found like this…]
…can’t stay here. Can’t stay here, she’ll melt…can’t stay here.
[She stands, unsteadily-and totters away out of view. The vampire repeats the same thing to herself, growing ever more distant for a time. But the feed doesn’t even get a chance to time out before the little body reappears in a spot curled on the ground, almost entirely out of view. She isn’t alone; heaped all around her are more corpses, some of them strange and anonymous, one a tall, red-haired woman in a green dress. The others can’t really be seen but for a jumble of limbs.
In the distance, Flandre sobs; only once, but a broken, hollow sound, distorted by the fog. Eventually she returns, and the entire scene repeats itself once more.]
((OOC: Open to action if you'd like! She's in Discedo's streets now.))
Flandre, curled small and barely in the frame; just part of a wing, her back, and her voice.]
They keep coming back. Why won’t they leave? They’ll get better, if they leave…be back the next day, like nothing happened, or the day after that or the day after that…
[Flandre sounds…utterly miserable.
She’s found what looks like Cirno’s corpse, all broken and mangled and her wings melted away. She has the fairy cradled in her arms with her wings folded around the body.
And she won’t stop crying. She hasn’t, for a very long time.
Cirno wasn’t the only one she had found like this…]
…can’t stay here. Can’t stay here, she’ll melt…can’t stay here.
[She stands, unsteadily-and totters away out of view. The vampire repeats the same thing to herself, growing ever more distant for a time. But the feed doesn’t even get a chance to time out before the little body reappears in a spot curled on the ground, almost entirely out of view. She isn’t alone; heaped all around her are more corpses, some of them strange and anonymous, one a tall, red-haired woman in a green dress. The others can’t really be seen but for a jumble of limbs.
In the distance, Flandre sobs; only once, but a broken, hollow sound, distorted by the fog. Eventually she returns, and the entire scene repeats itself once more.]
((OOC: Open to action if you'd like! She's in Discedo's streets now.))