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3rd Kill ~ Console/Video
May 20th, 2015 08:54![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
irishthor[Action; Early morning - Locked to Katara.]
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.