Voice --> Video

[strongarmed]

Oh my. What's this?

[It's all been done before. A new voice, a Forge that goes from function to function as it's being used for the first time. When it stops on video, it seems even more familiar. Especially that face

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video

[prescientblade]

[Oh honestly. Now she's going to use video JUST FOR YOU, JERK.]

More of you? Someone around here must think this is extraordinarily funny.

video

[strongarmed]

[And so it begins. The first of much...staring and brain breaking. But it's not polite to stare, is it?]

A talking head isn't my idea of a joke.

video

[prescientblade]

I can't say I'd find it very amusing myself.

[She is just smiling so much at you.]

But I assure you mine is very well attached, and I intend to keep it that way, if it's all right with you.

video

[strongarmed]

[There's a little twitch of her own lips.]

But we don't always get what we want, do we? You're the one who made all the wrong choices, Teresa. Such a shame.

Voice --> Video

[yetsleeping]

[That face. It actually knocks the breath out of her.]

[Priscilla squeezes her eyes shut.]

Sophia.

[And then...]

I named a fox after you.

[...wait. That probably wasn't informative.]

[So she turns on video.]

Video

[strongarmed]

[Breathless. Yes. Sophia is with you on that one.]

You.

[Sophia's voice doesn't rise, despite the emotion in it. Sorry, emotions.]

How did you come back from that!

Video

[yetsleeping]

It's really complicated and it probably won't make sense at first but if you think about the energy you feel around here it'll make it pretty clear that I'm telling the truth even if it's not um, evident or well, what I mean is, even if it doesn't seem possible.

You see?

[Wait, didn't she forget something?]

[...like the actual explanation?]

Um! This is Anatole!

Video

[strongarmed]

[Oh, she's thinking about it. Thinking about how so many things aren't possible. And yet her senses are telling her otherwise.]

That's absurd. I've never heard of such a place.

[halcyonthird]

[Despite the recent addition of an extra limb, the way out is still not pointable. But give her a moment, because ...this is slightly (very) unexpected.]

Sophia.

Regretfully, there is no way out ...that we know of.

[strongarmed]

Irene.

[Finally she exhales the breath that caught in her chest, thanks to certain other Claymores. No names mentioned.

...

Teresa and Priscilla.]

You survived.

[There's relief in her tone.]

[halcyonthird]

So did you, apparently. [Which means...]

Where were you just before this?

[strongarmed]

In front of that thing that Priscilla had become. The thing that-

What exactly is going on here? How did she return from that? How is Teresa still alive? Even the Number 1 couldn't survive after being decapitated.

[falleneighth]

If it is the will of the Organization, that individual will be promoted to the higher ranks whether you like the idea or not.

[strongarmed]

[Oh? What's this?]

You needn't tell me that. It's only my absence that will give her the advantage.

[falleneighth]

As I do not recognize you, I'm going to assume you aren't of my generation. If that is the case and there has yet to be a generation that follows my own, then it has probably already happened.

[strongarmed]

The feeling is mutual. State your name and ranking.

[And then, after a moment and in a voice too sugary to be genuine.]

Please.

[mudhair]

There's not... really a- [g-gulp.] -way out. I don't think.

[strongarmed]

[Aww. Poor little Claymore. :3 ]

Did someone tell you that? And you believed them. How cute.

[mudhair]

N-no! ...Yes, but- I've looked myself.

[strongarmed]

That's reassuring. So tell me, are you one of the Organization's poor little orphans as well?