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asgardeventide2012-09-07 08:43 am
showmeanguish) wrote in asgardeventide2012-09-07 08:43 am
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008; [video/action] Day 140
[video]
[It starts very abruptly with a wham, and at a crazy flurry of movement that might cause some viewers to get motion sickness if they're sensitive to it. Obviously the person on the other end of the feed doesn't care, or more accurately doesn't even know they're recording. The shape flashing across the scene almost looks like a windowsill, and for a few seconds the bracelet's camera catches what looks like a very, very dead, squished spider.
There's forced breathing, like someone's doing it through clenched teeth, before the video statics and cuts completely.
...Only for a second video to pop up, about five minutes later. This time it's an equally confusing and unstable view of someone yanking a drawer of a dresser open, and pulling out everything inside. This one is shorter, before it ends abruptly again.]
[action]
[Roughly fifteen minutes later, there is a bonfire burning on the grounds next to Hel House. Vanitas has piled everything he's come to possess in Asgard--clothing, a weapon or two, a pouch full of runes, the charm Euri gave him... even his bedsheets--over a few dry sticks and grass that he was able to collect in a frenzy, and has lit the whole thing up with a book of matches he confiscated from the kitchen.
The only thing he hasn't added to the pile are the clothes on his back and his helmet, which he's actually put over his head, and is clutched between his hands. He's sitting cross-legged in front of the product of his seemingly unhinged actions, firelight glinting off the black visor.]
[ooc: Posting this before I run off to work; I'll tag back asap!]
[It starts very abruptly with a wham, and at a crazy flurry of movement that might cause some viewers to get motion sickness if they're sensitive to it. Obviously the person on the other end of the feed doesn't care, or more accurately doesn't even know they're recording. The shape flashing across the scene almost looks like a windowsill, and for a few seconds the bracelet's camera catches what looks like a very, very dead, squished spider.
There's forced breathing, like someone's doing it through clenched teeth, before the video statics and cuts completely.
...Only for a second video to pop up, about five minutes later. This time it's an equally confusing and unstable view of someone yanking a drawer of a dresser open, and pulling out everything inside. This one is shorter, before it ends abruptly again.]
[action]
[Roughly fifteen minutes later, there is a bonfire burning on the grounds next to Hel House. Vanitas has piled everything he's come to possess in Asgard--clothing, a weapon or two, a pouch full of runes, the charm Euri gave him... even his bedsheets--over a few dry sticks and grass that he was able to collect in a frenzy, and has lit the whole thing up with a book of matches he confiscated from the kitchen.
The only thing he hasn't added to the pile are the clothes on his back and his helmet, which he's actually put over his head, and is clutched between his hands. He's sitting cross-legged in front of the product of his seemingly unhinged actions, firelight glinting off the black visor.]
[ooc: Posting this before I run off to work; I'll tag back asap!]
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Oi--!! Fuck, stop it...! Don't blame me for this!
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Why shouldn't I?! Didn't you like him, too? Wasn't he your friend?
[He's gone from saying 'it' to 'he' all in a span of seconds...sob.]
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The blow strikes him and he stumbles a bit, but he's turning on heel fast to try and pivot...less successfully than Vanitas. But what really gets to him is what he says and...well, yeah. He did consider Qhhth'ssqhk a friend; more than he ever would a human. Maybe not as close as Dog is (he's more engaging, obviously), but the spider was something he'd sneak in to see and spoil when he could.
He's never been directly responsible for killing something he was fond of, and he doesn't really want to think of the possibility that it could be his fault. Humans were the ones that killed spiders for fun. Not him.
Right...? ]
This--this isn't about me! Who even says it was one of the ones I brought?! It could have been any widow!