exsilium | second rune; death; video

[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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[ oh well this is worrying ]

So the fights in the VR didn't do anything for you.

[practically spitting out his response.] It wasn't real. It didn't ... it didn't feed anything.

I'd known it would only be a matter of time.

[ 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?

[strangled noise in his throat. YOU ARE THE WORST, ASHRAF. NO ONE IS WORSE THAN YOU.]

You--don't--understand.

[Kahlan looks tired. Exhausted, really. But something in her eyes sharpens at this display. She straightens her shoulders, her back.]

A baneling? [Her eyes narrow; she studies the image carefully.] Here?

[What. The. Hell.

Is that a...yeah that's a deer. Okay. Lovely. And it's been...oh all right then.

Have a remarkably displeased Chloe giving you a look of judgment. Not only for the gore, but because you look a lot like those god awful guardians that nearly tore them all apart in Shambhala.]

Jesus. Who let you out of the asylum?

I don't know how it works where you come from, but asking like that isn't likely to get you any sparring partners.

I understand that your natural bloodlust has risen. Am I wrong?

I thought so. [ Well, admittedly that's a lie -- Bariyan's been rather preoccupied with his own woes, as of late -- but it makes sense. And it's very worrying. ]

What will? People? Animals? Anything alive?

[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.

[He would honestly know he she feels! But at the moment he's just a bit confused. He growls, but it's not a mark of hostility; just a consequence of trying to tamp down on another spasm of pain.]

... pardon?

Edited (argh diction) 2012-08-11 04:37 (UTC)

[grimly.] Anything that can suffer.

[a wracking pain overcomes him, and he doubles over briefly, dropping both the netbook and Byfrost. There's not as much noise as you'd expect, because he doesn't want to bawl like a child in front of this guy, but the camera is angled such that Ashraf can see Koltira's plate-covered fingers tearing at the sides of his armor.]

There's nothing natural about this. It's part of the necromancy used to create ... create this body.

[he glares back at her, because who asked you, strange woman.]

I am not asking to spar. I need a real opponent. [in other words, someone he can kill honorably, but also painfully.]

[ equally grimly: ] Would I count, then?

.... [She really needs a minute to process that, brotira.]

Oh. So you're asking for a suicidal volunteer. That's rich.

I'm sure they'll be lining up in no time.

[A spasm of pain. He groans, makes a 'hnnnggh' sound from the back of his throat.]

You continue to misunderstand.

[he immediately understands the implication there, and shakes his head.] Bariyan--I couldn't. [he's kneeling now, holding the netbook in the cupped palms of his hands; the camera shakes along with his body.]

You go on the net asking for a fight after tearing an animal to bloody pieces.

No, you're absolutely right; there's no understanding that at all.

[you are so lucky that you're not in range of a death grip rn, Chloe. He hisses at her.]

Did you fail to listen to the introductory speech when you were brought here, or do you simply enjoy making inane, foolish remarks?

Nice to see your face again, sunshine. Feeling a bit antsy?

Is it so hard to find a fight here that you have to go looking for one?

Oh I heard it loud and clear.

You were brought here to kill, and because you've spent god knows how long here without being sent off to war you're slowly losing what marbles you've got left. Nevermind the fact that you look more unstable than a thousand year old ruin, which would make you a dangerous soldier to ship out considering all the damage you'd cause if you snapped.

[U LOOK LIKE A CREEPY KILLER OK. -750 rep. She don't like you.] Try some yoga. Drink a hot beverage. Get counseling.

Then maybe they'll call you off to stab a few of our so-called enemies.

Edited 2012-08-11 04:47 (UTC)

[he saved your fucking life, man. A little gratitude, maybe?! He bites into his lip, glowering.]

That's an understatement.

[grimacing.] I have no wish to harm the people here.

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