[video/action] backdated to march 1st
[It would appear this faceless, emotionless creature has gotten a hold of 201's watch. Behind it, the sky, dark and heavy. She's on a rooftop, other heartless, smaller shadows swarming. However, even as she holds the pocket watch, open and broadcasting, she doesn't appear to be focused at all on it, instead what is down below her perch.
202 is somewhere in the sea of black lining the streets, bleeding and assumed dying, and 201, now the Dancer, doesn't appear to be too concerned.]
Looks like I have a mess to clean up.
[And she snaps the pocket wwatch closed.]
202 is somewhere in the sea of black lining the streets, bleeding and assumed dying, and 201, now the Dancer, doesn't appear to be too concerned.]
Looks like I have a mess to clean up.
[And she snaps the pocket wwatch closed.]