Extermination 017 // Accidental Video [Forward-dated to Saturday]
[The PCD turns on as it makes impact; the audible thump is muted both by the fog and by something it landed on. There's a dizzying view of fog and a flash of long dark hair and black clothing, and then the device slips a little off the edge of whatever it landed on--a folded pile of laundry, to be exact--giving a relative upside-down panorama of what appears to be hundreds of graves, so many that the scattered rows extend too far back into the fog to trace. The names on the tombstones are in large, bold letters; they are unrecognizable to all save, perhaps, Kohaku. Under each name, too many to count, is etched a date of birth and of death. The graves vary in size, determined by the lifespan listed on the stones, as if the larger ones are for adults and the smaller ones, for children. There are a disturbing amount of smaller headstones.]
[The dates of death on the stones are all the same--save for one. Yuri, says the stone, and the date is several years earlier than all the others; though all of them fall in the 1500s. That stone, near the front, is the only one that's different; at the base of the square-cut headstone lies a single, perfect white lily.]
[The rest of the stones are spattered with blood; some are laid out with small bundles of equally bloody armor and weapons, recognizably similar to Sango and Kohaku's, to those who know them.]
[Set apart from the multitude of graves is a single headstone. It's a little on the smaller side, with the name "Kohaku" boldly scrawled across the center. The death date under the name is the same as all the others, detailing that this life ended after only 11 years. And at its base is a whole bouquet of exquisite, bloodstained white lilies. Strangely enough, under those dates are another set--the second "birth" is dated only a few weeks after the death... and the second death date is obscured by a conspicuously placed lily.]
[There's a long, breathless pause. And then a ragged gasp for air.]
...Inaccurate. [But her voice is thick, and though she's only talking to herself, she's obviously very upset.] But then, this is a nightmare, not a memory, isn't it? The Animus would choose to be dramatic.
[She reaches down, gropes for the PCD, and when she gets a hold of it, the view begins to tremble as do the hands that hold it. If Sango registers the fact that it's been recording, the realization doesn't fracture the dazed, stricken look frozen on her face. She can't be bothered with the button-pushing required to make a feed private.]
Kohaku. I need your coordinates, now. If you're at home, stay there.
[...she blinks slowly, takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes.]
And everyone else, too. Stay--stay inside. Though by now perhaps it's too late.
[The dates of death on the stones are all the same--save for one. Yuri, says the stone, and the date is several years earlier than all the others; though all of them fall in the 1500s. That stone, near the front, is the only one that's different; at the base of the square-cut headstone lies a single, perfect white lily.]
[The rest of the stones are spattered with blood; some are laid out with small bundles of equally bloody armor and weapons, recognizably similar to Sango and Kohaku's, to those who know them.]
[Set apart from the multitude of graves is a single headstone. It's a little on the smaller side, with the name "Kohaku" boldly scrawled across the center. The death date under the name is the same as all the others, detailing that this life ended after only 11 years. And at its base is a whole bouquet of exquisite, bloodstained white lilies. Strangely enough, under those dates are another set--the second "birth" is dated only a few weeks after the death... and the second death date is obscured by a conspicuously placed lily.]
[There's a long, breathless pause. And then a ragged gasp for air.]
...Inaccurate. [But her voice is thick, and though she's only talking to herself, she's obviously very upset.] But then, this is a nightmare, not a memory, isn't it? The Animus would choose to be dramatic.
[She reaches down, gropes for the PCD, and when she gets a hold of it, the view begins to tremble as do the hands that hold it. If Sango registers the fact that it's been recording, the realization doesn't fracture the dazed, stricken look frozen on her face. She can't be bothered with the button-pushing required to make a feed private.]
Kohaku. I need your coordinates, now. If you're at home, stay there.
[...she blinks slowly, takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes.]
And everyone else, too. Stay--stay inside. Though by now perhaps it's too late.