// 024. [video] Shadow Event
[Geared shoes (folded themselves neatly into flats for this occasion) against the pavement, reflecting the glow of flickering streetlights. Whose Forge is this? It's obviously not Dawn's, but it's dogging her footsteps and she's moving fast until she's stopped in front of the window of Berend's Found Goods. All is still - shoplights dark, the street strangely silent. The unknown Forge (a missing Scorched, if anyone checks) moves closer to the window - catches something red in its view. She turns once, curious, questioning.]
Y-you were right.
[Pressing her hand to the windowglass - the reflection revealing what very much looks like Jason Todd behind her. It's difficult to tell just how much menace is in his smile at all (is he smiling?), or if that's a trick of the lacking light.]
Are you sure?
[The reply is static, the hollow absence of voice underneath, the Forge switches hands - jolts -and there's the distinct sound of breaking glass. Dawn hesitates. Her companion does not. He's through the window, and in between spates of static the axe comes closer into view. It's lifted from its place and then---]
̶͚͎̲̮̩̲̮͉ͯ̇̐͂͗̇̂lͦ͗ͮ͑͑͗͊ͅiͧͣͮ̆eͤ̅ͧ͛̍́͘͞s ̶̴̟̬ ̶͚͎̲̮̩̲̮͉
[Several bursts of static follow, no picture but the undercurrent of vocal intonations (shouting? or is it all shattering glass?) The static lasts for several minutes. It's hard to tell how much time passes.]
[When the video resumes it's Dawn's Forge. She's sitting inside an abandoned apartment that a few Scorched may recognize as belonging to Jason before his recent departure. The window is open, and the gleam of the axe can be seen leaning against the far wall.
She's quiet for a moment, a small jar in her lap - the erratic flutterings of the tiny mechanical butterfly that her eyes follow until they raise to the screen, sharp and dark and a little hard. Also just behind her is pewter box, still lit from within, and looping.
A dark smear of a scratch along her jaw, and the bite of a handprint on the exposed skin in between her neck and her shoulder.]
That wasn't Jason.
[A little huff of disgust. Should have stopped while you were ahead, mist-whatever-you-are-this-week, because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that--]
A dream is one thing but what people are actually capable of? Totally something else. So, yeah. Kind of a tipoff.
[She smiles a little. It might be faintly reminiscent of someone.]
I guess another thing I've learned is that things don't always go the way you plan.
[Because you tried to give me a nightmare and you actually gave me closure. Better luck next time, huh?]
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Y-you were right.
[Pressing her hand to the windowglass - the reflection revealing what very much looks like Jason Todd behind her. It's difficult to tell just how much menace is in his smile at all (is he smiling?), or if that's a trick of the lacking light.]
Are you sure?
[The reply is static, the hollow absence of voice underneath, the Forge switches hands - jolts -and there's the distinct sound of breaking glass. Dawn hesitates. Her companion does not. He's through the window, and in between spates of static the axe comes closer into view. It's lifted from its place and then---]
̶͚͎̲̮̩̲̮͉ͯ̇̐͂͗̇̂lͦ͗ͮ͑͑͗͊ͅiͧͣͮ̆eͤ̅ͧ͛̍́͘͞s ̶̴̟̬ ̶͚͎̲̮̩̲̮͉
[Several bursts of static follow, no picture but the undercurrent of vocal intonations (shouting? or is it all shattering glass?) The static lasts for several minutes. It's hard to tell how much time passes.]
[When the video resumes it's Dawn's Forge. She's sitting inside an abandoned apartment that a few Scorched may recognize as belonging to Jason before his recent departure. The window is open, and the gleam of the axe can be seen leaning against the far wall.
She's quiet for a moment, a small jar in her lap - the erratic flutterings of the tiny mechanical butterfly that her eyes follow until they raise to the screen, sharp and dark and a little hard. Also just behind her is pewter box, still lit from within, and looping.
A dark smear of a scratch along her jaw, and the bite of a handprint on the exposed skin in between her neck and her shoulder.]
That wasn't Jason.
[A little huff of disgust. Should have stopped while you were ahead, mist-whatever-you-are-this-week, because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that--]
A dream is one thing but what people are actually capable of? Totally something else. So, yeah. Kind of a tipoff.
[She smiles a little. It might be faintly reminiscent of someone.]
I guess another thing I've learned is that things don't always go the way you plan.
[Because you tried to give me a nightmare and you actually gave me closure. Better luck next time, huh?]