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010. video
[ Have some slow clapping guys, while Yurine in her transformed state stands off to the side and watches Eko warily. Someone's been driving her into combat mode, and Eko looks alarmingly pleased with himself. ]
A grand victory, I hear. How grateful we all are to be saved from such a monstrous foe.
Perhaps a token of appreciation is in order.
A grand victory, I hear. How grateful we all are to be saved from such a monstrous foe.
Perhaps a token of appreciation is in order.
009. video
[ oh look, another rooftop. Eko is in profile looking out at the city, both hands resting on the hilt of his sheathed katana, and after a moment lifts his chin to address the empty air like an orator. ]
Empty cicada shell:
as we come
we go back naked.
[ Pause. ]
Though there's been no confirmation.
[ He glances back at Yurine/the device, and his smirk is unkind. ]
That child did perish, did he not?
Empty cicada shell:
as we come
we go back naked.
[ Pause. ]
Though there's been no confirmation.
[ He glances back at Yurine/the device, and his smirk is unkind. ]
That child did perish, did he not?
008. - video
[ Yurine has the recorder again, since Eko's on a rooftop again somewhere in the casino district from the faint noises and lights, patiently emptying the bullets out of the chamber of a small handgun. Its former owner is sprawled motionless and half-hanging off the roof edge next to Eko, throat ripped out. There is, of course, blood all over Eko's mouth, licked away absently as he pockets the bullets and quite calmly crushes the gun. He either doesn't know or doesn't care that Yurine is filming him, and speaks without looking at her. ]
It has been some time, hasn't it. Too long a silence is often the sign of departure. Perhaps I was remiss, if I'd but kept a closer eye on him...
[ softer, even regretful ]
But that is no guarantee either.
I will miss the sound of his voice. And the taste of him. Unfortunate, to have been such a rare sweetness.
[ Pause. After a long moment he kicks the body off the roof edge like so much garbage, and looks sternly at Yurine and the camera. ]
Turn that off. We've work to do for those that are left.
[ Click. ]
It has been some time, hasn't it. Too long a silence is often the sign of departure. Perhaps I was remiss, if I'd but kept a closer eye on him...
[ softer, even regretful ]
But that is no guarantee either.
I will miss the sound of his voice. And the taste of him. Unfortunate, to have been such a rare sweetness.
[ Pause. After a long moment he kicks the body off the roof edge like so much garbage, and looks sternly at Yurine and the camera. ]
Turn that off. We've work to do for those that are left.
[ Click. ]
007. - voice
[ so amused ]
How very much like home this city is becoming.
A pity those corpses went to waste. They were still yet warm.
How very much like home this city is becoming.
A pity those corpses went to waste. They were still yet warm.
006. - video
[ The communicator is being held by Eko's familiar, Yurine--she seems to like filming him for some reason--so he is a short distance away in profile, looks like on a rooftop, yanking pieces of his battered, sliced, and bloody armor off one by one. They dissolve into black feathers and gold sparks before they hit the ground. He looks like he's been through a war, but the emotion in his movements and in his voice is savage, barely suppressed excitement. ]
[ He's talking to himself again, although maybe he's talking to Yurine. ]
--more than I had hoped for, even in this wasteland. He is far more powerful than the other of his world. Did thou not see, Yurine? Did he not remind thee of Kamaitachi? It seems more than coincidence, after all this time.
We will have to see him again. And that human bearing Nue's face. But at full power, I think. How unexpectedly--
[ Now he turns enough to catch sight of the communicator, and there is literally no inch of him not covered in blood. ]
--I should not have allowed thee the use of that toy. Art thou so bored?
[ a smile, moving close to rest his hands on her shoulders, and the video feed is nothing but black due to his proximity ]
Let us go hunting, then. The city has gifted us so generously, after all, with such a bounty of fresh meat. It would be ungracious to waste it.
[ so gently ]
Would it not?
[ click. ]
[ He's talking to himself again, although maybe he's talking to Yurine. ]
--more than I had hoped for, even in this wasteland. He is far more powerful than the other of his world. Did thou not see, Yurine? Did he not remind thee of Kamaitachi? It seems more than coincidence, after all this time.
We will have to see him again. And that human bearing Nue's face. But at full power, I think. How unexpectedly--
[ Now he turns enough to catch sight of the communicator, and there is literally no inch of him not covered in blood. ]
--I should not have allowed thee the use of that toy. Art thou so bored?
[ a smile, moving close to rest his hands on her shoulders, and the video feed is nothing but black due to his proximity ]
Let us go hunting, then. The city has gifted us so generously, after all, with such a bounty of fresh meat. It would be ungracious to waste it.
[ so gently ]
Would it not?
[ click. ]
005. - accidental video
[ The feed starts with audio and pitch black for the video, thanks to getting turned on while inside someone's pocket, and then FLYING OUT ALL CRAZY as it sounds like a fight is going on. The communicator hits the ground and bounces, catching just a flash of light and Eko snarling incoherently, and lands with a nice view of pavement focusing in and out. The ruckus of the fight vanishes too.
Nearly a minute later a pair of black boots walk into view and an expressionless young girl picks up the device, looks at it for a second, and then calmly carries it with her over to an unconscious Eko. She sets the device on the ground and kneels down without a word, carefully shifting his head onto her lap, and closes her eyes to wait.
Eventually the feed shuts off. ]
[ooc: yeah eko tried to kill her. poor catgirl-in-the-image-of-his-goddess-ex-girlfriend-bitch-who-got-him-killed. ]
Nearly a minute later a pair of black boots walk into view and an expressionless young girl picks up the device, looks at it for a second, and then calmly carries it with her over to an unconscious Eko. She sets the device on the ground and kneels down without a word, carefully shifting his head onto her lap, and closes her eyes to wait.
Eventually the feed shuts off. ]
[ooc: yeah eko tried to kill her. poor catgirl-in-the-image-of-his-goddess-ex-girlfriend-bitch-who-got-him-killed. ]
001. - voice
[ --clicks on to the screech of something inhuman howling its lungs out, and the muffled sounds of someone whose communicator has turned on inside a pocket in the middle of a fight. More screeching, the ring of metal, and several crashing noises until the monster's yowling is cut abruptly short with a horrible wet sound. ]
[ Silence. ]
[ And then, much clearer and so completely calm, some actual speech. ]
Nuadoria. I had not thought to see thee again.
Thou art changed.
[ Silence. ]
[ And then, much clearer and so completely calm, some actual speech. ]
Nuadoria. I had not thought to see thee again.
Thou art changed.
003. voice post
[ gasping and strained ]
This pressure. I know this feeling, I...this... is the same as--
...
[ snarling ]
YURINE. Thou art here, I feel thee. I feel thy fingers in my mind, I feel them clutching, I scent thy flesh.
Come here. Come here come here come here come to me, beloved, I will rip out thy heart from that breast and devour it.
I'll crush it in my hands as before, you traitorous harlot, come here to me.
[ a long silence. then... ]
Here, kitty kitty.
This pressure. I know this feeling, I...this... is the same as--
...
[ snarling ]
YURINE. Thou art here, I feel thee. I feel thy fingers in my mind, I feel them clutching, I scent thy flesh.
Come here. Come here come here come here come to me, beloved, I will rip out thy heart from that breast and devour it.
I'll crush it in my hands as before, you traitorous harlot, come here to me.
[ a long silence. then... ]
Here, kitty kitty.
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002.
The energies in this city are disquieting and unbalanced. How does one sleep with such unholy silence?
...
To passively accept this punishment is beyond my means.
Human kine. I require one of your paltry number. Choose or I shall have to choose for you.
((OOC: polite vampire demands blood politely.))
...
To passively accept this punishment is beyond my means.
Human kine. I require one of your paltry number. Choose or I shall have to choose for you.
((OOC: polite vampire demands blood politely.))