--- (accidental video)
[Nothing moves in the scope of the network device's lens. The setting is the graveyard, bathed in a murky pre-dusk daylight. A tombstone, inscription either nonexistent or worn away, dominates the field of view; an out-of-focus white object is nearly touching the network device. There is no one present to begin the recording, which is not odd in and of itself, given the nature of the devices.
After a moment, the blur of white moves. Not significantly--a jerk, perhaps, or a shudder. Another violent movement displaces the recording network device. The camera adjusts itself, automatically focusing in on the moving... bones. Startlingly white bones, unyellowed and free of dirt, placed in a haphazard pile at the foot of the gravestone. The bones are moving of their own volition, sliding and rotating. Something--connective tissue--begins to grow where bone meets bone. Tendons, muscles, blood vessels, organs... all grow as the bones continue to move into place. The noise is indescribable. Stretching, moist, crawling, creaking--
The body's skull, drawn to the assembled vertebrae, lolls into view. Blank blue eyes stare out of the sockets; raw, red muscle creeps over pale bone. Fatty tissue bubbles into existence and pale flesh stretches across the new network of muscle fibers and intertwining blood vessels. Hair sprouts. The body, complete again, becomes still and corpse-like.
The blue eyes grow clearer and blink.
In a flurry of motion, the recording device is sent spinning. There are sounds--heavy (if unnecessary) breathing, someone scrambling across the bare winter ground. The device comes to rest. Justin, pale and naked, is huddled against the gravestone, arms around his legs and head on his knees.]
[ooc: After the events here (complete) and here (working on it). Resurrected, not so clothed, and very confused. Someone help him out?]
After a moment, the blur of white moves. Not significantly--a jerk, perhaps, or a shudder. Another violent movement displaces the recording network device. The camera adjusts itself, automatically focusing in on the moving... bones. Startlingly white bones, unyellowed and free of dirt, placed in a haphazard pile at the foot of the gravestone. The bones are moving of their own volition, sliding and rotating. Something--connective tissue--begins to grow where bone meets bone. Tendons, muscles, blood vessels, organs... all grow as the bones continue to move into place. The noise is indescribable. Stretching, moist, crawling, creaking--
The body's skull, drawn to the assembled vertebrae, lolls into view. Blank blue eyes stare out of the sockets; raw, red muscle creeps over pale bone. Fatty tissue bubbles into existence and pale flesh stretches across the new network of muscle fibers and intertwining blood vessels. Hair sprouts. The body, complete again, becomes still and corpse-like.
The blue eyes grow clearer and blink.
In a flurry of motion, the recording device is sent spinning. There are sounds--heavy (if unnecessary) breathing, someone scrambling across the bare winter ground. The device comes to rest. Justin, pale and naked, is huddled against the gravestone, arms around his legs and head on his knees.]
[ooc: After the events here (complete) and here (working on it). Resurrected, not so clothed, and very confused. Someone help him out?]