second rune; death; video

[deadelfwalking]

 [When the feed starts, the netbook's camera shows you a view of the forest floor.  A deer carcass lies among the grass and twigs, and it's obvious that the poor thing did not have a clean death.  It's in the advanced stages of decomposition, even though the blood around its body is red and fresh.  The camera does not linger on this image for more than a few seconds; it pans upward, to show Koltira's face.

 He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other.  Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain.  The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]

Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past?  Send.  Us.  On.  A mission.

[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting.  Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]

I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.]  Now.

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VIDEO

[omicron]

[ okay, this guy looks freakishly like he just walked off the set of a live action fantasy game. it's kind of weirding stiles out, actually, what with the... similarities, and... plus the fact that he... oh, wow, he has apparently killed a poor, innocent woodland creature with his gigantic freaking doom sword. nice. that's nice. that's real nice. ]

No offense, dude, but it looks like you just battled a deer to death. [ u nasty. ] How much blood and mayhem are we talking here?

[deadelfwalking]

[you might have even created a character like him, Stiles! He also does not care for your flippancy, young man.]

I--hunted it fairly. I meant for the kill to be clean. [didn't work out that way, obviously. As for the rest of it ... he shakes his head, covering his mouth briefly.] I don't know what it will take. I've never experienced the curse like this before.

[omicron]

[ yeah, well! stiles doesn't care for your MURDER, elf person. ]

Well, you did a bang-up job on that one. [ because that is like the opposite of clean, right there. not that he can see the deer anymore; but the few seconds he did see were... yeah. messy.

he pauses, one eyebrow inching up his face. ]

Curse?

[ go on. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[he does not have time for you, son! There's a choking sound as a wave of pain rolls through him, and the camera shakes. He drops the netbook, and Stiles can only see the night sky.]

Yes, boy. The plague of undeath is a curse like no other.

[omicron]

[ ... u ok ]

Ooo-kay. I'm no expert, but you should probably see a licensed medical professional.

[ . . .

what a soothing view. stiles keeps talking, because, y'know, choking sounds. ]

Then again, if you're a zombie, I guess that wouldn't really help anything. Is this some kind of weird karmic payback for slaying Bambi?

[deadelfwalking]

[WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TALKING ABOUT BAMBI? What the hell is this kid going on about in general. Koltira grunts in exasperation.]

I have been this way for a long time. Somehow I doubt that it's related to the deer.