Deux (Video)

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*Albedo is standing on the roof of his apartment during Dark Hour, looking down at the zombie infested streets below.*

Undead roaming the streets? Are we supposed to fear these meandering corpses, lacking in any form of cognitive function? How pathetic. Even trapped within a mortal shell, I see no reason to fear these empty shells of former men.

Oh, but I'm certain this must be terrifying for those civilians among us, those not conditioned to stomach or even look forward to the devastation of war. I wonder how long that portion of the population will last? Careful now, try not to lose your heads!

*He laughs at his own comment, obviously not sincere, and ends the feed.*

ITP: Despair

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[Voice]
[There's a voice from the phone coming, and the voice sounds as if the owner had been trying to swallow down his tears and desperation before speaking, lacking any of its usually calm composure in doing idiotic things.]

To those who knew Issei.

[There's a small sob.]

He's dead.

[Action]
[You can see a despairing Shirou just sitting on a bench, his eyes looking quite dead.

If there's anything he learned in this world, there's only one thing.

He can't save anyone.

Therefore his ideals could not be realized.

This in itself is such a massive blow that it shattered the facade Shirou Emiya had been wearing ever since Kiritsugu passed away.

Perhaps you should approach him before he does anything too drastic.]

Second Catch [Video/Action]

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[The feed opened up to the view of... a soccer field, and no person in sight. For a while, the feed was devoid of human presence, but then Endou walked onto the field, looking upset. There was a lone soccer ball nearby him, but he made no move towards it, walking past it instead. To those who knew him, it was an indication that whatever was upsetting him was serious. Endou Mamoru would never ignore soccer in favour of something else, never.

It took a while for Endou to realize his phone was recording him, but once he did, he moved over to the phone, and after staring at the screen for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face, he turned it off.]


[ooc: You're welcome to tag him with a video or action post~!]

♚ ｄｅａｔｈ ａｎｄ ｒｅｂｉｒｔｈ

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☙VIDEO;

[ Saber is seen tangled up in a red blanket (which she totally pilfered from Gilgamesh's abandoned home) with a pair of lion cubs licking the other's face and neck, one of them slightly larger than the other. It seems the larger one enjoys the blanket as it continually rubs it's nose against it, neglecting attention to the younger cub. Saber herself seems to be doing well. Hard to believe she was killed just a while back. ]

It seems people come and go here as often as the sun sets. [ Casually spoken without a hint of despair to it. ] Is there anyone you have noticed that has gone missing? This is a realm where death is a cruel joke, hardly to be taken seriously at all, but it still pains one's heart all the same. The same with people who leave here. If you require protection during your stay, no matter how brief or long it may be, I ask that you seek me out. I am with my knights within this place and can assign a chosen to assist you.

[ A pause, almost as if she wants to speak on something else. Instead, she shakes her head and cuts the feed. ]

01 Utensils are better than nothing [Video/Action]

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[Looks like whoever's posting accidently pressed the ‘record’ button while searching for the cell phone light. Unfortunately, the cell phone’s screen scarcely acts as one in the dark room. The feeble illumination passes over the ground as the person that controls it moves around a humble apartment. The floor turns from carpet to spotted tile, but these dark spots are too irregular, too blurred, to be any purposeful design. The screen follows these until they merge and stream into a pool.

And then the body of a college-aged student is revealed, one eye still open and unfocused, but the camera doesn’t last there for long. The person holding the phone pulls out the knife that is fully lodged to the tip of its handle in his left eye. It takes an extra tug to remove it. The light of the cell phone moves again towards a wall, and a bloody hand—delicate and pale where bodily fluids do not taint it—flips a light switch on. The camera immediately points to the body. After a second the room lights turn off; the corpse appears the same as ever.

The lights turn back on.

And then off.

And then on.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.]