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[Spinning, tumbling, clattering noisily to the ground, the Forge turns on and instantly begins recording. It lands awkwardly upon its side throwing the room that is in view into distorted perspective.
Straight away four unornamented steel legs of a bed can be seen. A small white mouse scurries around them, insulted and squeaking crossly at having been caught on film without permission. Also in view is the bottom of a crude nightstand, a figure from the knees down clad in a long black leather coat and black leather boots pacing before it.
The mouse, curious now, finds its way out from under the bed. It sniffs at the camera, its pink nose seeming incredibly large for a moment. Then, distracted by the sudden quiet in the room, it turns and looks toward the feet that have stopped their pacing. Its head tilts upward, black beady eyes catching the light. It chatters, as if to ask who this intruder is... but the only answer it receives is a soft tch and a bullet fired mercilessly to its head.]
...Vermin.
[The voice is passionless, a lazy drawl that to some... might invoke a worrisome sense of déjà vu.]
Always infesting that... which belongs to Mother. But not for much longer...
[A heavy sigh can be heard, accompanied by a couple more footsteps, the shuffling of heavy leather, and then the camera, half splattered in red blood and gore, is lifted from the floor and into the air. A black gloved hand brushes away some of the mess obscuring the lens, but only the top half of a face can be seen clearly above the crimson smear.
Long, silver hair frames smooth and pale cheeks. Vivid green eyes with slitted black pupils stare into the camera from between leather-clad fingers...]
...Hm? What's this?
[The Forge is tilted, examined indelicately before those green eyes widen with recognition. Yes, this device is much like the phones that he and his brothers used back home, if a little more primitive in its design. As well, it already seems to be recording...]
Brothers... are you here? Is Mother safe?
[And, as an afterthought-] Loz... you had better not be crying.
Straight away four unornamented steel legs of a bed can be seen. A small white mouse scurries around them, insulted and squeaking crossly at having been caught on film without permission. Also in view is the bottom of a crude nightstand, a figure from the knees down clad in a long black leather coat and black leather boots pacing before it.
The mouse, curious now, finds its way out from under the bed. It sniffs at the camera, its pink nose seeming incredibly large for a moment. Then, distracted by the sudden quiet in the room, it turns and looks toward the feet that have stopped their pacing. Its head tilts upward, black beady eyes catching the light. It chatters, as if to ask who this intruder is... but the only answer it receives is a soft tch and a bullet fired mercilessly to its head.]
...Vermin.
[The voice is passionless, a lazy drawl that to some... might invoke a worrisome sense of déjà vu.]
Always infesting that... which belongs to Mother. But not for much longer...
[A heavy sigh can be heard, accompanied by a couple more footsteps, the shuffling of heavy leather, and then the camera, half splattered in red blood and gore, is lifted from the floor and into the air. A black gloved hand brushes away some of the mess obscuring the lens, but only the top half of a face can be seen clearly above the crimson smear.
Long, silver hair frames smooth and pale cheeks. Vivid green eyes with slitted black pupils stare into the camera from between leather-clad fingers...]
...Hm? What's this?
[The Forge is tilted, examined indelicately before those green eyes widen with recognition. Yes, this device is much like the phones that he and his brothers used back home, if a little more primitive in its design. As well, it already seems to be recording...]
Brothers... are you here? Is Mother safe?
[And, as an afterthought-] Loz... you had better not be crying.