04 ; accidental video

[starblaze]

[Sotoba. she's still in Sotoba, hunched over in an open field. it looks like Shooter is embracing someone- or was- wisps of shadow fade away from her arms just as the video feed turns on. the vague outlines of horns and wings are the last to vanish into nothing.

it was Dead Master.

for a painful moment, Shooter simply stares down at her arms, trembling. she slowly looks up to the sky, hands falling to her sides.

and she screams, a shattering sound, distorted and hoarse.]



it should have never happened. she shouldn't have tried. shouldn't have bothered. Dead Master is gone. again. all her fault.

blue morphs into purple as Shooter is completely engulfed by the fire. when the light and flames die down, she finally lowers her head and stares down at something cupped in her palm.

she brings that hand up to her face and swallows whatever she had been holding.

now what? oh, now what. unhindered, free, unfeeling. no, she still feels. it's so painful. so- goddamn- painful-

Shooter, now completely shattered, tears off her own right arm with a sickening rip and crack. she flings the limb aside, purple blood and shadowy substance freely flowing from the wound, as chains burst from her new armor piece. she can't think. because it hurts. if she thinks she can feel and it hurts. don't think. don't feel. it doesn't hurt. not at all.

with her newly gained worldhop, she flees to the Otherworld, the feed still recording her. she needs to... find...

where did she go?]

[[ooc: so basically Shooter went insane after this trainwreck! replies will come from stagnated. also she may or may not worldhop over to your world if you provoke her enough, though i'll ask for permission beforehand]]

Comments

[mightletyouknowme]

S...shooter?

[stagnated]

[-ah

it's... that person. not Dead Master. she isn't Dead Master, so she isn't important. does Shooter even remember who Sena is? who knows.

she turns to face the video and speaks, her voice tinny and distorted.]

What.

[ not here ]

[hugmyscythe]

[ Familiar. It is a familiar wash of untenable hues that bleeds off the canvas, forming something that is only nothing. Something horribly inviolable.

A painting may take over a decade to complete, but in their world that time is still meaningless. Yet, to see those colors bleed away may be just as tragic, if not shattering. Black and green have faded already. Any amount of salt or caked acrylic paint would not keep the colors on the canvas. Yes, there is nothing there to keep light or color together.

And no profligate remains are anywhere to be found. ]

[ voice ]

[baaaaseball]

Shooter! What's going on?!

video

[stagnated]

[slowly, slowly, her head tilts until she's staring directly at the camera. another one? what an annoying sound]

Haaaaaaah...

[tenminutes]

What happened?

[stagnated]

[well she ripped her own arm off for one thing-

no response. she goes still and stares at the camera, the only movement coming from the purple flame over her eye.]

[Video]

[swordplay]

Shooter, talk to me.

[stagnated]

[everyone keeps telling her to. she claws at the wound that was once her arm and yells something unintelligible.]

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out doesn't know this chick, but he was familiar with Dead Master.]

Did you kill her...?

[stagnated]

SHE IS NOT DEAD.

[... that lingering doubt won't go away. eventually she probably won't even remember who Dead Master is.]

video;

[ginrouken]

[Why do I get the feeling I missed something after taking off.]

O-oi! What happened?

[stagnated]

[you... you were one of the people Dead Master tried to help and protect.

somehow, through her twisted condition, she pins the blame on Rei.]

WHY DIDN'T YOU LET HER?! WHY?!

[callmeoniisan]

O-Oi, what... [words come to his mouth, but they never quite manage to leave it]

[stagnated]

What.

[ultimateenemy]

[Oh look it's that person he talked to earlier. More than once, actually, if that little fiasco counts...]

[And this scene is, well, a bit familiar, though he has no idea why. If you look past the arm ripping off, which he doesn't quite understand - he prefers to take out frustration on things other than himself.]

You're that person with the star in your name, right? Shooter.

The hell's going on?

[stagnated]

[so many people. so. many.

and not a single one is the person she wants.]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[ video ]

[denies]

[ The arm tearing doesn't seem to faze Ange as much as it would most other people, at least not on the outside - and even on the inside not too much, she's seen this kind of stuff plenty of times before, but there's something worrying aobut it all the same. ]

... What's going on?

[stagnated]

[all these people... friends, acquaintances, strangers- she can hardly distinguish between them at this point]

Why won't you go away GO AWAY.

[ video ]

[soulfist]

[ she gasps ]

Dear, are you okay?

[stagnated]

[they keep. asking. the same thing. over and over again.]

GO AWAY!

[material_guy]

Hnnn... So you guys don't just fight in yer own world? Looks like a pretty empty field, but if there's people nearby...

[stagnated]

[...... oh. she vaguely remembers you.]

Then I'll kill them if they get. In. My. Way.

video;

[tunics]

H...hey...! Shooter-! Are...you okay?!

[stagnated]

Hah? [how is she even supposed to tell if she's "okay"?]

[Video]

[sotobas_lot]

What the hell just happened?! [And almost more importantly, the office behind him in shambles with some things having fallen off the shelves.] Dead... What happened to Dead Master, Shooter?! [Whatever it is, he's blaming you; the last vestiges of her fading away were with you, and omens like this can not be good.]

permavid

[stagnated]

[her voice is flat, a sharp contrast from her previous screaming, but the distortion is still there.]

You don't deserve to know. No one does.