We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:
Lynne
Edward Elric
Lancer
Newt
Lynne
Edward Elric
Lancer
Newt
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Snowblind - October 15th, 2015
15 October 2015 @ 12:31 pm
[There are shifting noises and the big, dark outline of a hand. When the hand drops away it shows Haurchefant's smiling face. He's sitting out in the snow, leaning back in a sprawl and the tablet seems to be resting against one knee, aiming upward. It's not the best shot in the world.
People who have seen the collapsed wall might recognize his location. He's sitting about half way up it, precariously balanced...but that's not what he's here to talk about.]
Salutations!
[He waves.]
I am uncertain if anyone can see or hear me so I shall keep talking out of blind faith.
I've not been here long but the past few days of quiet solitude have afforded me the opportunity to reflect on matters. This place is truly terrible, it seems, but even the darkest places can be lit up through the puissant bonds of camaraderie.
[He pumps a fist in the air, his grin widening.]
Camaraderie is so important to morale that team building exercises are employed for training soldiers! It promotes cohesion! It brings everyone together with a singular purpose: Watching out for one another!
And yet...
And yet I do not know any of you! So dismayed was I to realize this that I am now endeavoring to talk into this curious "tablet" about it.
If you could introduce yourselves properly, it would do my heart some good... Though I may need you to remind again in the future. 'Tis not that I do not care, mind, but my memory...
[He squints and taps the side of his head.]
My memory is seldom able to penetrate through my recent bout of headaches and I would be lying if I said I were not still numb from the confusion of my arrival.
[Pause]
Anyroad...my troubles aside I think we should all give some proper introductions.
Allow me to start: I am Haurchefant de Fortemps, previously a Lord but currently a stalwart adventurer!
[His eyes twinkle in excitement at this thought.]
I am a knight above aught else and as long as I yet breathe I shall fight to protect those trapped here with me and I shall do mine utmost to see that you are able to return home. My dear friend Zack [Whom he barely knows and has only met once but that's all it takes, really] has already called for everyone to remember hope and why they fight so I shan't repeat his message but know that I endorse it wholeheartedly!
Now....
[He leans forward eagerly.]
Tell me more of yourselves!
People who have seen the collapsed wall might recognize his location. He's sitting about half way up it, precariously balanced...but that's not what he's here to talk about.]
Salutations!
[He waves.]
I am uncertain if anyone can see or hear me so I shall keep talking out of blind faith.
I've not been here long but the past few days of quiet solitude have afforded me the opportunity to reflect on matters. This place is truly terrible, it seems, but even the darkest places can be lit up through the puissant bonds of camaraderie.
[He pumps a fist in the air, his grin widening.]
Camaraderie is so important to morale that team building exercises are employed for training soldiers! It promotes cohesion! It brings everyone together with a singular purpose: Watching out for one another!
And yet...
And yet I do not know any of you! So dismayed was I to realize this that I am now endeavoring to talk into this curious "tablet" about it.
If you could introduce yourselves properly, it would do my heart some good... Though I may need you to remind again in the future. 'Tis not that I do not care, mind, but my memory...
[He squints and taps the side of his head.]
My memory is seldom able to penetrate through my recent bout of headaches and I would be lying if I said I were not still numb from the confusion of my arrival.
[Pause]
Anyroad...my troubles aside I think we should all give some proper introductions.
Allow me to start: I am Haurchefant de Fortemps, previously a Lord but currently a stalwart adventurer!
[His eyes twinkle in excitement at this thought.]
I am a knight above aught else and as long as I yet breathe I shall fight to protect those trapped here with me and I shall do mine utmost to see that you are able to return home. My dear friend Zack [Whom he barely knows and has only met once but that's all it takes, really] has already called for everyone to remember hope and why they fight so I shan't repeat his message but know that I endorse it wholeheartedly!
Now....
[He leans forward eagerly.]
Tell me more of yourselves!
15 October 2015 @ 06:59 pm
[ the feed turns on, the video shaky at best, like the person operating the tablet can't hold still -- maybe shivering? chills? fear? the video is focused on a set of doors, dented, worse for wear, a red spiral swirl painted on them.
the chapel. the only sound for the first few seconds? shallow, shaky breathing, someone young, the occasional hiccup, like someone's been crying or has been running, or maybe even both. it stays like this, the video swinging in and out of focus, trembling, the surroundings of a small chapel, abandoned.
it clatters to the floor suddenly, and in the dimly lit chapel Ed comes into view, his eyes wide, hair unkempt and loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual braid, his face pale -- whether fear, disgust, shock, or horror it's hard to say. ]
They... brought me back. Someone... someone brought me back. [ he whispers, dragging shaking fingers up to push his hair out of his face. ] Brought my-- her back. I died. I'm supposed to be dead right now, not here... not...
[ he reaches out touching his face, his hair, then reaches for the tablet. all he can remember is the twisted form of his mother, of Al's voice, of the bitter cold as he was knocked down. it was death. ]
I can't feel anything. I can't feel the cold but I'm shivering. I can't feel the tablet, but I know I'm holding it. What -- what have you DONE TO ME? Where's Al? If he's hurt, if anything's happened to him, I'll --- [ he chokes, like he might cry but it's not out of sorrow, no. he's angry, beyond rage, because bringing anyone back to life is wrong, it's just wrong on so many levels and whoever tried? they failed. ]
W-who did this? Which one of you did this?!
[ he shakes the tablet, his breathing going ragged again, his hair blocking his face, but the sharp scowl plastered across his face speaks volumes. ]
the chapel. the only sound for the first few seconds? shallow, shaky breathing, someone young, the occasional hiccup, like someone's been crying or has been running, or maybe even both. it stays like this, the video swinging in and out of focus, trembling, the surroundings of a small chapel, abandoned.
it clatters to the floor suddenly, and in the dimly lit chapel Ed comes into view, his eyes wide, hair unkempt and loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual braid, his face pale -- whether fear, disgust, shock, or horror it's hard to say. ]
They... brought me back. Someone... someone brought me back. [ he whispers, dragging shaking fingers up to push his hair out of his face. ] Brought my-- her back. I died. I'm supposed to be dead right now, not here... not...
[ he reaches out touching his face, his hair, then reaches for the tablet. all he can remember is the twisted form of his mother, of Al's voice, of the bitter cold as he was knocked down. it was death. ]
I can't feel anything. I can't feel the cold but I'm shivering. I can't feel the tablet, but I know I'm holding it. What -- what have you DONE TO ME? Where's Al? If he's hurt, if anything's happened to him, I'll --- [ he chokes, like he might cry but it's not out of sorrow, no. he's angry, beyond rage, because bringing anyone back to life is wrong, it's just wrong on so many levels and whoever tried? they failed. ]
W-who did this? Which one of you did this?!
[ he shakes the tablet, his breathing going ragged again, his hair blocking his face, but the sharp scowl plastered across his face speaks volumes. ]