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contemptibility) wrote2011-08-24 05:19 pm
contemptibility) wrote2011-08-24 05:19 pm
accidental video ｡ oo1
[ooc: As a warning, this post contains cannibalism, blood, and all that stuff, though nothing especially descriptive.]
[The feed turns on to reveal a figure, sopping wet. A newcomer—nothing usual in itself. What might be of more interest, however, is the fact that he appears somewhat battered, with the blood running down his face making it clear that he's been injured recently.
Unsurprisingly, he seems rather disoriented as he looks around, taking in his surroundings before wiping away at the blood running over his eyes. An annoyed look passes through his face, and then—
—And then things take a turn for the unusual, as his eyes glow red and he then proceeds to grab the head of the nearest unsuspecting local.
Fortunately, his back is to his feed, his body hiding the local's, so the... gorier details can't be seen, though the blood flying from roughly where the poor person's head should be is likely a good indicator of what's going on. The sounds, at least, should make it even clearer.
Finally, he drops the now quite dead local to the ground with a thud, before turning in the direction of the SFC, his eyes back to their normal blue. The more observant might notice that he no longer seems wounded, his injuries healed.
There is also, rather prominently, far more blood splattered across his face, which he wipes at with his sleeve, leaving behind red smears.
A smirk, before he speaks.]
Well then... I suppose I should figure out where I am.
[And then his expression becomes serious, as he mutters to himself.]
If this is Gastark's doing...
[The feed turns on to reveal a figure, sopping wet. A newcomer—nothing usual in itself. What might be of more interest, however, is the fact that he appears somewhat battered, with the blood running down his face making it clear that he's been injured recently.
Unsurprisingly, he seems rather disoriented as he looks around, taking in his surroundings before wiping away at the blood running over his eyes. An annoyed look passes through his face, and then—
—And then things take a turn for the unusual, as his eyes glow red and he then proceeds to grab the head of the nearest unsuspecting local.
Fortunately, his back is to his feed, his body hiding the local's, so the... gorier details can't be seen, though the blood flying from roughly where the poor person's head should be is likely a good indicator of what's going on. The sounds, at least, should make it even clearer.
Finally, he drops the now quite dead local to the ground with a thud, before turning in the direction of the SFC, his eyes back to their normal blue. The more observant might notice that he no longer seems wounded, his injuries healed.
There is also, rather prominently, far more blood splattered across his face, which he wipes at with his sleeve, leaving behind red smears.
A smirk, before he speaks.]
Well then... I suppose I should figure out where I am.
[And then his expression becomes serious, as he mutters to himself.]
If this is Gastark's doing...
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You've only heard so, though?
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Yup! I haven't actually seen anyone come back from the dead yet~ [Okay, she hasn't seen anyone here come back from the dead]
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