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exsilium2012-12-14 10:43 pm
glenamored) wrote in exsilium2012-12-14 10:43 pm
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Fragging cog-piss!!
[ It's the morning of the 14th of December and the tablet is currently flying across a bedroom and Glen is screaming obscenities. The video shows a whole lot of nothing swirling around until it hits something metallic with a CLACK! Finally, it stops when it hits the floor face up. Above it is a bird cage. Old, dead-looking feathers fall through the slits of the cage toward the tablet on the floor and Glen appears above the tablet, chest heaving, eyes wide and totally freaked out.
She's holding her weapon, a dagger with a celtic knot design on the hilt, and apparently staring down the bird inside the cage. ]
You little cog-rotten bastard, what in all the mucking hells happened to you? [ There's a flapping of wings and an unholy squawking sound in reply. ]
Damn it... [ Glen takes a deep breath, cringing all the while. She's got to do this quickly. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she opens the door of the cage and screams a battle cry, grabbing the undead bird, her annoying, stupid, now dead little almost-friend, and cuts the thing's head off in one swift motion.
The lifeless bird head falls right on the tablet. She looks down, following the head's movement as it falls, nursing a finger the creature had managed to bite before she'd removed its head.
There's silence for a few seconds. ] ...It turned on. Okay. It turned on.
[ Still breathing heavily, uninjured hand shaking a little, Glen reaches down and picks up the tablet with it. ] Hello. Sorry about that, if you're watching. I don't usually kill living, rotting animals in my spare time. But... hey, it works as a warning, right? I think the animals from the other day might be sick. Terminally sick. At least, mine was. So... watch out? Watch out.
[ It's the morning of the 14th of December and the tablet is currently flying across a bedroom and Glen is screaming obscenities. The video shows a whole lot of nothing swirling around until it hits something metallic with a CLACK! Finally, it stops when it hits the floor face up. Above it is a bird cage. Old, dead-looking feathers fall through the slits of the cage toward the tablet on the floor and Glen appears above the tablet, chest heaving, eyes wide and totally freaked out.
She's holding her weapon, a dagger with a celtic knot design on the hilt, and apparently staring down the bird inside the cage. ]
You little cog-rotten bastard, what in all the mucking hells happened to you? [ There's a flapping of wings and an unholy squawking sound in reply. ]
Damn it... [ Glen takes a deep breath, cringing all the while. She's got to do this quickly. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she opens the door of the cage and screams a battle cry, grabbing the undead bird, her annoying, stupid, now dead little almost-friend, and cuts the thing's head off in one swift motion.
The lifeless bird head falls right on the tablet. She looks down, following the head's movement as it falls, nursing a finger the creature had managed to bite before she'd removed its head.
There's silence for a few seconds. ] ...It turned on. Okay. It turned on.
[ Still breathing heavily, uninjured hand shaking a little, Glen reaches down and picks up the tablet with it. ] Hello. Sorry about that, if you're watching. I don't usually kill living, rotting animals in my spare time. But... hey, it works as a warning, right? I think the animals from the other day might be sick. Terminally sick. At least, mine was. So... watch out? Watch out.
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[Eddie wouldn't be so paranoid over this, except for the presence of Ophelia.]
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...Thanks.