[014] Fourteenth Capture [accidental video]
[Starwind’s post is, unfortunately, accidental. The tablet falls from his hand in time to see him collapse, landing on his back in a manner that has to be painful. His eyes are unfocused and distant and he’s covered in cuts and bruises of varying severity. His arms and chest seem the worst damaged, and his face has been-miraculously-untouched. There are a few burns mixed in, and blood stains his torn clothing (it may have been green, once), mats his silver hair. In the background are the bars of his own cage, and that eerie music…
He isn’t moving much. Or at all, really. His expression is a strange combat between pain, fear, and blankness. What can be seen of him doesn’t look all that clean or all that healthy. There’s a lot of blood around and moving hurts.
The most frightening part, though-the part that a video can’t capture-is that he’s been knocked off-center and his shields have been torn down. Every thought of every person in the Underworld assails him at once-and that is painful in an inexplicable way. A way that isn’t physical, but still very much real. Tears slide from his vacant eyes and across his dirty face while he mutters quietly and constantly in his native language. It’s easier, really, but only a few of the words can be made out, with no hints of what’s stringing them together aside from his soft voice continually going-almost as though it’s comforting.
Really, it isn’t.]
G-gh’sho....... Laerth..........leshy’a...
Kes’a.....laerth...............shef’a......
Ai’she’va.......leshy’a......
((So it isn't exactly after class, but. Impatient Beth is impatient.))
He isn’t moving much. Or at all, really. His expression is a strange combat between pain, fear, and blankness. What can be seen of him doesn’t look all that clean or all that healthy. There’s a lot of blood around and moving hurts.
The most frightening part, though-the part that a video can’t capture-is that he’s been knocked off-center and his shields have been torn down. Every thought of every person in the Underworld assails him at once-and that is painful in an inexplicable way. A way that isn’t physical, but still very much real. Tears slide from his vacant eyes and across his dirty face while he mutters quietly and constantly in his native language. It’s easier, really, but only a few of the words can be made out, with no hints of what’s stringing them together aside from his soft voice continually going-almost as though it’s comforting.
Really, it isn’t.]
G-gh’sho....... Laerth..........leshy’a...
Kes’a.....laerth...............shef’a......
Ai’she’va.......leshy’a......
((So it isn't exactly after class, but. Impatient Beth is impatient.))