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shoplifter[The feed is from Laura's network device.
But it's definitely not Laura's doing. That's because Laura can't use her arms. The video post opens revealing the girl bound by what looks like coils of bicycle chain, in a lone folding chair; judging from the poorly kept room around her, it's some sort of apartment or hotel that is either stricken with poor management or utterly abandoned. The mutant herself is slouched forward, hair a mess around her face, and if one looks hard enough, there's a telltale sign of blood on her temple, on her nose.
Around her neck, a familiar sight: a power dampening collar, used primarily in the cultist scheme to kidnap the citizens for their bodies.
Laura's head lolls in the dimmed lighting, but it isn't her that speaks up.]
I've been waiting for this. I've got to admit, I was scared for a moment I wouldn't get the opportunity — with how often people come and go. But this? This is good.
[The figure walks around into the camera's view, too tall to be seen from the chest-up, but he certainly has a metal arm that glints in what little light comes in through the window. That metal hand ruffles Laura's hair in a facsimile of kindness, fake and taunting.]
We almost did it, you know. The First People, they could have brought their wisdom to us, gave us their magic, their power. We simply needed bodies... and then you all decided to play big damn heroes and tear apart our plans. Now you're stuck with little animals like this.
[He curls his fingers in Laura's hair tightly.]
Animals who take arms off your bodies. Animals who kill noble men, men like my friend — someone who was only trying to make this place a better world. I wonder how many people she's already terrorized? Was it worth it, denying us the guidance from the people long before us?
... Well. This isn't any grand plan to bring the First People back.
This is very much personal. You'll wish you didn't let me slip through your fingers.
[The man called Shiloh has something in his hand — perhaps a small glass? A vial? It's hard to make out. But he hovers it under Laura's nose for a fleeting moment. Just a moment. There's a quiet before her head snaps up, eyes wide and unnaturally bloodshot as she snarls and writhes in the chair. The shadowy figure pops open the power dampening collar with a click. The chains fall to the wayside.]
The kid's got a handy list of targets in mind now, some of you included; you guys better start running or fighting.
If you can even tell who's on her death list. Hell, maybe she'll get offed before she can do much. Her file leaves a lot to be desired.
Either way... I'm satisfied. 'Tit for tat', as they say.
[With a rabid scream, Laura smashes the communications device and whatever it's sitting on, leaving just the sound of destruction — a door being smashed through, soon after — before the feed goes eerily silent. Out in the night air, Laura sniffs, and — smells many targets, ready for the slaughter. She thinks of nothing, feels nothing, is nothing but a weapon.
Outside of the community housing, Linda, Laura's caseworker, is collapsed with a nasty head wound.
Luckily, she doesn't appear to be too badly hurt; just knocked out.]
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But it's definitely not Laura's doing. That's because Laura can't use her arms. The video post opens revealing the girl bound by what looks like coils of bicycle chain, in a lone folding chair; judging from the poorly kept room around her, it's some sort of apartment or hotel that is either stricken with poor management or utterly abandoned. The mutant herself is slouched forward, hair a mess around her face, and if one looks hard enough, there's a telltale sign of blood on her temple, on her nose.
Around her neck, a familiar sight: a power dampening collar, used primarily in the cultist scheme to kidnap the citizens for their bodies.
Laura's head lolls in the dimmed lighting, but it isn't her that speaks up.]
I've been waiting for this. I've got to admit, I was scared for a moment I wouldn't get the opportunity — with how often people come and go. But this? This is good.
[The figure walks around into the camera's view, too tall to be seen from the chest-up, but he certainly has a metal arm that glints in what little light comes in through the window. That metal hand ruffles Laura's hair in a facsimile of kindness, fake and taunting.]
We almost did it, you know. The First People, they could have brought their wisdom to us, gave us their magic, their power. We simply needed bodies... and then you all decided to play big damn heroes and tear apart our plans. Now you're stuck with little animals like this.
[He curls his fingers in Laura's hair tightly.]
Animals who take arms off your bodies. Animals who kill noble men, men like my friend — someone who was only trying to make this place a better world. I wonder how many people she's already terrorized? Was it worth it, denying us the guidance from the people long before us?
... Well. This isn't any grand plan to bring the First People back.
This is very much personal. You'll wish you didn't let me slip through your fingers.
[The man called Shiloh has something in his hand — perhaps a small glass? A vial? It's hard to make out. But he hovers it under Laura's nose for a fleeting moment. Just a moment. There's a quiet before her head snaps up, eyes wide and unnaturally bloodshot as she snarls and writhes in the chair. The shadowy figure pops open the power dampening collar with a click. The chains fall to the wayside.]
The kid's got a handy list of targets in mind now, some of you included; you guys better start running or fighting.
If you can even tell who's on her death list. Hell, maybe she'll get offed before she can do much. Her file leaves a lot to be desired.
Either way... I'm satisfied. 'Tit for tat', as they say.
[With a rabid scream, Laura smashes the communications device and whatever it's sitting on, leaving just the sound of destruction — a door being smashed through, soon after — before the feed goes eerily silent. Out in the night air, Laura sniffs, and — smells many targets, ready for the slaughter. She thinks of nothing, feels nothing, is nothing but a weapon.
Outside of the community housing, Linda, Laura's caseworker, is collapsed with a nasty head wound.
Luckily, she doesn't appear to be too badly hurt; just knocked out.]
[OOC: This is the start of the trigger scent plot! The log is here and will be updated throughout the day to include top level threads for everyone! If you have not signed up for anything and would like to, feel to hit up the plurk here or hit me up at
