01 𐌖 video;

[vibrant]

[The video flickers on, showing nothing but a darkened room before the camera adjusts to reveal the surroundings of a bottom bunk and a short haired teenager sitting on the edge. She remains silent for a few minutes, not moving and breathing-- a quiet, steady rhythm. Eventually she reaches over and pulls the tablet a little closer so her voice will be heard.]

I want to learn to fight. [Anyone who's encountered her so far should be familiar with her cheerful and upbeat attitude. Her current tone is possibly the farthest from that it could be. Cold, distant and perhaps unemotional. Or it could be well contained anger. It's hard to tell.]

My weapon is a knife I brought from home. I want to know how to use it better. Punches and kicks, too. Anything... Anything to help.

[There's a long pause before she adds in a quieter tone.] Please.

Comments

voice;

[vibrant]

I know that, I do. But there doesn't seem to be much else I can do to help here...

[text;]

[enduringwinter]

[... crap. Richter knows that useless feeling]

there's a mix of people here, not all of them fighters. there might something else you can do to help that doesn't necessarily involve being in the front lines.

voice;

[vibrant]

That's true, but if push comes to shove, I want to help wherever I might be needed.

[text;]

[enduringwinter]

then best of luck with your lessons.