⚒ 001 ][ VIDEO
[The device's video broadcast is turned on by dark skinned hands, delicate and questing as they try to decipher the use of it, try to understand how it works, what it is for. (She has seen hundreds of years, and never anything like this.)
It reveals a woman, clothes ripped and bloodied, hair in disarray, eyes mostly blank save for the hint of uncertainty hidden there. But she still does not speak, instead puts the device down- it doesn't concern her.
Half turned away, she addresses what does concern her. Hands clasp her stomach, cradling something that isn't there, (a soul), looking a mother who'd lost a child. Fingers crawl up, feeling about her throat before- did she just stick them in to her mouth?
A soft gagging noise, the sight of her questing mostly obscured by the fall of her long, pale hair before she pulls them out, wet and lacking what she sought.
Her gaze finally raises as she wipes her mouth, to the rooftops of the City as she sits back on her haunches- there are no wounds beneath the huge gashes in her clothing, despite the blood.]
... how is this possible?
[Is only a whisper, barely heard as fingers now rest delicately over what must be a damaged left eye beneath her bandages.
- before the device times out and the feed dies.]
[OOC; OPEN TO ACTION, sorry this post is so kfenwlf, she's... a quiet lady.]
It reveals a woman, clothes ripped and bloodied, hair in disarray, eyes mostly blank save for the hint of uncertainty hidden there. But she still does not speak, instead puts the device down- it doesn't concern her.
Half turned away, she addresses what does concern her. Hands clasp her stomach, cradling something that isn't there, (a soul), looking a mother who'd lost a child. Fingers crawl up, feeling about her throat before- did she just stick them in to her mouth?
A soft gagging noise, the sight of her questing mostly obscured by the fall of her long, pale hair before she pulls them out, wet and lacking what she sought.
Her gaze finally raises as she wipes her mouth, to the rooftops of the City as she sits back on her haunches- there are no wounds beneath the huge gashes in her clothing, despite the blood.]
... how is this possible?
[Is only a whisper, barely heard as fingers now rest delicately over what must be a damaged left eye beneath her bandages.
- before the device times out and the feed dies.]
[OOC; OPEN TO ACTION, sorry this post is so kfenwlf, she's... a quiet lady.]