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poly_chromatic2013-04-28 03:04 pm
thermonuclear_birdbrain) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-04-28 03:04 pm
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EIGHTH SUN -- welp I'm in jail; video
[Utsuho is beating the snot out of a mob of zombie guards as they drag her toward a prison cell door. The room is so hot that the air is rippling, and her eyes are burning red-orange like the demon she is. She thrashes and cracks a skull against the wall, splattering ichor over its surface and splintering bone. She's awfully strong for someone who just looks like an athletic young woman, not to mention she's spraying fire from her mouth so hot that it scorches into the walls. Her wings are beating around, flailing in the cramped hallway, shed feathers flying.
LET ME -- GO!
[She blasts one in the face with her cannon, melting its head off, but then there are three more to replace it. It's just all too much, and she can't get to her spell cards because one of the other guards has them in hand, and there are four of the monsters melting their hands off as they rip the big orange cannon right off. There's an arm under there, but it's a little softer and weaker-looking than the left arm, a result of her never really using it. She gets a big mask over her face, hiding the firebreathing and the nasty jaw that she apparently can use pretty well, and her arms are behind her back now. Too reckless and dangerous to be left with the other prisoners, she's taken to the back of the hall...
And thrown in solitary confinement. Clang goes the door.]
Augh! Get back here, you freaking-- ugh! I'll melt your faces off! I'll fry your bones into charcoal! I'll squash you into torch tips! WHERE DI YOU GO?
[She hurls herself about in the cell, but she's chained now, the zombie guards have secured her to the wall. She reaches the end of her leads and falls flat on her face. She can move around, but she's chained into the cell, just in case the guards need to come in and deal with her. Her cannon is what she uses to make coherent suns...but they've taken that and sealed up her magic with these manacles, which are emitting a sickly dark glow. All she can do is flick a few flames off her body. Her strength is still there, but it's restrained with these heavy-duty chains and the mask. She can't turn into a bird with these; they'll still lock her down, and the mask will damage her face if it turns into a beak. She takes a long time to breathe, her chest heaving under the red eye.]
...Guys? Anyone? Rory? Nobori? What the hell is going on?!
I've got to get out of here...
LET ME -- GO!
[She blasts one in the face with her cannon, melting its head off, but then there are three more to replace it. It's just all too much, and she can't get to her spell cards because one of the other guards has them in hand, and there are four of the monsters melting their hands off as they rip the big orange cannon right off. There's an arm under there, but it's a little softer and weaker-looking than the left arm, a result of her never really using it. She gets a big mask over her face, hiding the firebreathing and the nasty jaw that she apparently can use pretty well, and her arms are behind her back now. Too reckless and dangerous to be left with the other prisoners, she's taken to the back of the hall...
And thrown in solitary confinement. Clang goes the door.]
Augh! Get back here, you freaking-- ugh! I'll melt your faces off! I'll fry your bones into charcoal! I'll squash you into torch tips! WHERE DI YOU GO?
[She hurls herself about in the cell, but she's chained now, the zombie guards have secured her to the wall. She reaches the end of her leads and falls flat on her face. She can move around, but she's chained into the cell, just in case the guards need to come in and deal with her. Her cannon is what she uses to make coherent suns...but they've taken that and sealed up her magic with these manacles, which are emitting a sickly dark glow. All she can do is flick a few flames off her body. Her strength is still there, but it's restrained with these heavy-duty chains and the mask. She can't turn into a bird with these; they'll still lock her down, and the mask will damage her face if it turns into a beak. She takes a long time to breathe, her chest heaving under the red eye.]
...Guys? Anyone? Rory? Nobori? What the hell is going on?!
I've got to get out of here...
Re: Video
I'll sit and think about birds. That's what Rory says to do, to pass the time. I guess I can try to sleep, too.
The walls are blank. It's kind of creepy. They look sort of...empty, is really the only way I can describe it. Like there is supposed to be something there, but I can't see it.
Re: Video
Wrongful imprisonment. Unfortunately, I don't know who the case could be pleaded to as there's no actual warden, law, and or legal system here. The Police Force is nothing more than a gloried neighborhood watch.