010 - [accidental video] Forward-dated to August 1
[It isn't easy to see when Grune's journal clicks on today. Instead of bright sunlight, the way Grune's friends might be expecting, the light here is dull and red. The view shows vanishing ice, blood, and a man on the ground.
There are two sets of feet nearby, one wearing a distinctive pair of green boots. If anyone cares to listen, there are voices echoing throughout this silent, underground place. One is soft, and a little fainter than usual:]
...just a little dizzy.
[The other voice is calm in a way its owner hasn't been for such a long time:]
So am I.
...I'm not scared, and...I want to finish him off myself.
[The remains of ice crack as the unknown man shifts, obscuring the next words. When the sound fades, the second speaker's voice can be heard again.]
Please, Grune, you can rest now. I'll be all right.
[There is only a little more conversation, and then the man moves away, towards the one on the ground. When he gets far enough from the journal, friends might recognize Giles' back. He's holding a broken broadsword, and his intent is clear.
When it's finished, Grune comes into view. The pair hold each other, speaking too quietly for the journal to catch. After a time, they stand up and are just about to leave when Giles turns and tugs on Grune's sleeve.]
Grune, is that your journal over there? You must have dropped it in all the, um...excitement.
[Grune glances in the direction of the journal.] Oh, is it?
[She walks over a little unsteadily, picks it up, and looks down at it, puzzled. The view of her face shows she's sweating and exhausted, but she's unmarked.]
Hmm....
[OOC: The journals will be playing the fight log of Giles, Grune, and Twilight from this point on, from a ground-level point of view. A little help getting out of there might be required!
Also, responses will come from both lostinmyway and consultmybooks.]
There are two sets of feet nearby, one wearing a distinctive pair of green boots. If anyone cares to listen, there are voices echoing throughout this silent, underground place. One is soft, and a little fainter than usual:]
...just a little dizzy.
[The other voice is calm in a way its owner hasn't been for such a long time:]
So am I.
...I'm not scared, and...I want to finish him off myself.
[The remains of ice crack as the unknown man shifts, obscuring the next words. When the sound fades, the second speaker's voice can be heard again.]
Please, Grune, you can rest now. I'll be all right.
[There is only a little more conversation, and then the man moves away, towards the one on the ground. When he gets far enough from the journal, friends might recognize Giles' back. He's holding a broken broadsword, and his intent is clear.
When it's finished, Grune comes into view. The pair hold each other, speaking too quietly for the journal to catch. After a time, they stand up and are just about to leave when Giles turns and tugs on Grune's sleeve.]
Grune, is that your journal over there? You must have dropped it in all the, um...excitement.
[Grune glances in the direction of the journal.] Oh, is it?
[She walks over a little unsteadily, picks it up, and looks down at it, puzzled. The view of her face shows she's sweating and exhausted, but she's unmarked.]
Hmm....
[OOC: The journals will be playing the fight log of Giles, Grune, and Twilight from this point on, from a ground-level point of view. A little help getting out of there might be required!
Also, responses will come from both lostinmyway and consultmybooks.]