// 001. [video]

[halcyonthird]

[The hiss and crackle of a bad connection. Shadow. Flashes of mist. It's probable the silver iris is familiar - and as the figure pulls back, the angular features of a woman. Reminiscent perhaps of a familiar group of women - face is all sharp lines and bled of color. She's nearly glowing against the darkness behind her. And then she's lost in

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[VOICE] /FLAILS. FOREVER.

[yetsleeping]

[For a long time, there's just silence and more silence.]

[And static, because Priscilla hit the reply button but didn't actually find any words, or anything to say.]

[And then she kind of. Sniffles. And her voice is very tiny, when she says...]

...Irene?

[video and then voice]

[halcyonthird]

[Something's moving - fast. The view is shaky - misty treeline, then ground, droplets of blood against a flash of a bootbuckle. The hiss grows louder, and the video feed cuts out. The sound does not.]

[cracklehum] much farther [hiss!pop]

[hummmmmmmmmmmm] that you? [crackle]

[...video] ...Pris is like one comment away from running after her. FYI.

[yetsleeping]

Irene?!

I... what are you doing?! You can't... are you in...

You have to get out of there. Please, come back toward the city!

[video; voice]

[halcyonthird]

[hiss] can't be [hiss] just like [crackle]

[hum] is this [hum]

[staticky hum] not yom---

[That just might be blade being unsheathed under all that static, but it's a little hard to tell, because yeah, we have a sound cut.]

[ooc: later today, there will be a log. :o]

voice;

[visionblessing]

[Oooooh yoki senses are picking up something interesting and new, but really it's the 'Clare' that catches her attention.]

... I don't suppose you're referring to Forty Seven?

[ voice;]

[halcyonthird]

[The video sputters - it's really just more ...red, and then gone again]

[hissssss] --seven, yes. [click-click]

[click-click-click] difficult [cough] to [hum] you

[hum] Clare why a-- [pop!]

[More humming. Something metallic underneath the hum.]

[Aaaaaand we have a sound cut.]

[ voice;]

[visionblessing]

[... Well. That wasn't at all ominous.

She's just going to go and investigate. In her high class nun regalia.

Good times afoot for all.]

Ah... hm.

Intriguing.

[ voice ]

[bloodyripples]

[Well isn't this interesting.

That silver eye. That blonde hair. She's obviously a warrior, one Ophelia has never met. And to make it even better, she knows Clare.]

A lost warrior?

Tell me, how is it out there? I've been curious myself. [Not very helpful. Not intended to be helpful. It might almost be a sneer. She's actually enjoying this.]

[voice]

[halcyonthird]

[hum] are you [crackle]

[hissssss] stop the blood [hiss] is it [more static]

[cracklecrackle] dark [crackle] hear you [hummmmmmmmmmmmm]

[pop!] Mmmmf. [pop!hiss]

[applelimber]

Sorry. Clare's history.