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Thirtieth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]
Jul. 8th, 2014 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scramasax[The lighting from this number is as bad as ever, but the view's horizontal and low - it most clearly catches a certain amount of floor, and a set of jagged pieces lumped together on it a short ways away.
Anthony's there, partway crouching, unfocused - his hand comes into view pulling off of it. Swallows - slightly breathy.]
-- There... um.
[Shallow:] I... got - the... I got a third - sigil, a few months ago. I haven't used them yet.
Please uh - [Swallows again, clears his throat short and sharp.] - tell me what happens - if I can't tell. I'm - I'm trying them.
[Keeping his voice small to keep it stable in the anxiety, of course, but either way, he staggers back - nudges one of the shards on the ground with one step and shuffles into place behind them. Produces some circular plate from his pocket, holds it flat, drops a small handful of something else onto the surface, and begins tentatively sliding them around.
He doesn't a hundred percent fit into the frame and the surface of the plate's at an angle to fail to show on the screen at all.
Either way after a few moments there's a bright blue flash and a swooping Whoom! sound - Anthony jars. And then proceeds.
Whoom!
Whoom!
And three blue sigils flash bright, clear, and geometric in a wide triangle on the ground, with an echo - with a low disembodied voice, on cue as if reading them.
Antorbok, Magormor, Ulyaoth.
A buzz and rush of energy and a ray of blue light flashes from each into the pile of shards on the ground. It rises as if lifting it - the shape of a solid vase takes shape at the top highlighted in waves of energy.
And then the sigils snuff out. The light's gone. The vase hangs in the air a moment - and then drops, and smashes in a splash of blue sparks.
Anthony yelps and flops down, feeling around at the pieces.]
-- Did - did - was it... Did it -- put the pieces back together...?
[Breathy again, with a small crack, as that was unnerving to hold still through, but he sounds faintly excited - it wasn't deadly, as far as he could tell. Not immediately.]
Anthony's there, partway crouching, unfocused - his hand comes into view pulling off of it. Swallows - slightly breathy.]
-- There... um.
[Shallow:] I... got - the... I got a third - sigil, a few months ago. I haven't used them yet.
Please uh - [Swallows again, clears his throat short and sharp.] - tell me what happens - if I can't tell. I'm - I'm trying them.
[Keeping his voice small to keep it stable in the anxiety, of course, but either way, he staggers back - nudges one of the shards on the ground with one step and shuffles into place behind them. Produces some circular plate from his pocket, holds it flat, drops a small handful of something else onto the surface, and begins tentatively sliding them around.
He doesn't a hundred percent fit into the frame and the surface of the plate's at an angle to fail to show on the screen at all.
Either way after a few moments there's a bright blue flash and a swooping Whoom! sound - Anthony jars. And then proceeds.
Whoom!
Whoom!
And three blue sigils flash bright, clear, and geometric in a wide triangle on the ground, with an echo - with a low disembodied voice, on cue as if reading them.
Antorbok, Magormor, Ulyaoth.
A buzz and rush of energy and a ray of blue light flashes from each into the pile of shards on the ground. It rises as if lifting it - the shape of a solid vase takes shape at the top highlighted in waves of energy.
And then the sigils snuff out. The light's gone. The vase hangs in the air a moment - and then drops, and smashes in a splash of blue sparks.
Anthony yelps and flops down, feeling around at the pieces.]
-- Did - did - was it... Did it -- put the pieces back together...?
[Breathy again, with a small crack, as that was unnerving to hold still through, but he sounds faintly excited - it wasn't deadly, as far as he could tell. Not immediately.]
