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01. we require certain skills (date to 120 seconds pre-network crash)
video | failed transmission to alison hendrix
[Static clears. The picture sharpens into view, depixellates, holds steady: an impression of green grass, irregular trees, blurry periphery, the familiar landscape of the Oxygen Gardens. There is a young man in the foreground, his face narrow and pointed and his hair nearly as pale, shoulders slightly stooped inside the stiff confines of his black jacket, probably seated, hands in a fidget around his wand. Both he and the verdance behind him are distorted by two fine lines and a curvature of glass that no one has ever seen before on a communicator device.
Because it isn't only the communicator device. That would be the additional magnification of a rifle scope, trained steadily on Draco Malfoy's head.]
I a͈͎̘̙̭̱̫ͦ́̐̆̄̽͡m̳̬͉͈ͨͩ̐̾͌͆͜ͅ not 'boy.'
[The voice behind the scope might be familiar to some. Female, a heavy accent. Ukrainian. Not doing a very good impression of Draco, really, and not even the periodic disruption of interference can truly disguise her.]
You see, I have Adam's apple ▒nd very small stick. I am at least a man. At worst, I am man who likes to hurt women. I am loo̩͈̮ͫ̎̍ͥ̽̒́̕k̴̡̠̞̹͕̲̥̟͒̔̉͘ing around a little̬̣̖̩ͫ̓ͬ͛̊̎͌̉͡ͅ ̬͙̪͙̠̲̱̈ͫ̓b̻̭̍͆͑ͤ͘it feeling, hm, wha█ is this feeli̠̯̮̠̤͇̞͕̾͆͛̈͘͝n̵̝̯͉̜͙͕̣̫̚g̜̹̬̈͋͑̕. Scared. Scaredy-s̷̬̙̟͉͙̹̱͕̍̿ͭ̀́cͩ̉ͭ̍͏̪͍͇̰͠a̅̈̍̃ͯ̋͌҉̭͓̱r͉̱̠̖̻̫̖̾͒̾́̓̕e̶̱̭̼̰̥̝̬̫ͤ̇̌d̶̹͇ͥ͂̽ͦ̄ͬ͘y. I hurt women when I'm scared, but it doesn't helpͪ̑͏̡͎̗̹̻͉̬. So sad.░▒̧͇̞̞̼͍̫̤͙͉͕͍̑ͭ̊ͬ̋́ͧͭ̈́́͢ͅ▒̡̺̭̝̼͚̼̤̲̻͖̦͚̰̟̠ͪ̈́ͨ̇̀͊̂̎ͣͫ̑ͩ̅̑̂͐
Am I the one, ░ Alison?
OOC: The network technically crashes on the 29th. This post is in reference to this log, which we've chosen to postdate. If you'd rather not deal with the logistics of responding, feel free to say the comm didn't register until the network crashed.
[Static clears. The picture sharpens into view, depixellates, holds steady: an impression of green grass, irregular trees, blurry periphery, the familiar landscape of the Oxygen Gardens. There is a young man in the foreground, his face narrow and pointed and his hair nearly as pale, shoulders slightly stooped inside the stiff confines of his black jacket, probably seated, hands in a fidget around his wand. Both he and the verdance behind him are distorted by two fine lines and a curvature of glass that no one has ever seen before on a communicator device.
Because it isn't only the communicator device. That would be the additional magnification of a rifle scope, trained steadily on Draco Malfoy's head.]
I a͈͎̘̙̭̱̫ͦ́̐̆̄̽͡m̳̬͉͈ͨͩ̐̾͌͆͜ͅ not 'boy.'
[The voice behind the scope might be familiar to some. Female, a heavy accent. Ukrainian. Not doing a very good impression of Draco, really, and not even the periodic disruption of interference can truly disguise her.]
You see, I have Adam's apple ▒nd very small stick. I am at least a man. At worst, I am man who likes to hurt women. I am loo̩͈̮ͫ̎̍ͥ̽̒́̕k̴̡̠̞̹͕̲̥̟͒̔̉͘ing around a little̬̣̖̩ͫ̓ͬ͛̊̎͌̉͡ͅ ̬͙̪͙̠̲̱̈ͫ̓b̻̭̍͆͑ͤ͘it feeling, hm, wha█ is this feeli̠̯̮̠̤͇̞͕̾͆͛̈͘͝n̵̝̯͉̜͙͕̣̫̚g̜̹̬̈͋͑̕. Scared. Scaredy-s̷̬̙̟͉͙̹̱͕̍̿ͭ̀́cͩ̉ͭ̍͏̪͍͇̰͠a̅̈̍̃ͯ̋͌҉̭͓̱r͉̱̠̖̻̫̖̾͒̾́̓̕e̶̱̭̼̰̥̝̬̫ͤ̇̌d̶̹͇ͥ͂̽ͦ̄ͬ͘y. I hurt women when I'm scared, but it doesn't helpͪ̑͏̡͎̗̹̻͉̬. So sad.░▒̧͇̞̞̼͍̫̤͙͉͕͍̑ͭ̊ͬ̋́ͧͭ̈́́͢ͅ▒̡̺̭̝̼͚̼̤̲̻͖̦͚̰̟̠ͪ̈́ͨ̇̀͊̂̎ͣͫ̑ͩ̅̑̂͐
Am I the one, ░ Alison?
OOC: The network technically crashes on the 29th. This post is in reference to this log, which we've chosen to postdate. If you'd rather not deal with the logistics of responding, feel free to say the comm didn't register until the network crashed.
voice.
I hope y̨̼̩̦ͬo̴̭̝̻̰̿ͩͥ̈́u͒́ ͂̾̔̃ͨ̓ͩ don't k̨̟̱ill ͕̞̰͙͚̰͖̈́̈́̈́͂ͫh̡̦̲̳̱̼͚͓̋̇ͤĩ̽͂̌̐m̰̤̥͞,̸̠̯̮̲̗̍̉͌̏ͯ͒, сестра.
[ Ukranian is a lucky guess. ]
voice; also i love you the most
Sara̶̘͔̝ͥ͋ͥͦ͆ͮ͂̌h?
[You know the Black Widow and her luck.]
voice forever!! also, (blush)
[ 58 seconds. ]
There's somě̼̆ͫ̓͘͠ͅt͓̗̳̠͆̾̐͊͛̈́͛ͦ͟h̩͔̭̬͐ͭ̀͠ͅi̖̤͋̊͟͜͝nͧ̍͏͏̗̰̣̮̫̘ͅg distorting the net̷ͬͩͧ͛̂̈́̿̌͋ͣ̀̄̌̑͏̺̦̜̫͖͉̺͈̤̠ͅ ̵̸̷̡͚̦̼̪̭̥͕͈̮̙͓͍̜ͤ͊̔ͤ͆ͦ͑̌̅̊̾͋̽̿ͫ̚̚͝k̵̥͚̣̝͇͎̣̗̜͚̹̹͔͆ͮ͛̚͟iͬͥ̎̃̌̐҉̙̱̫̣̜̙͈̰͇̫̩̣̥͓̼̮ͅͅork.
Everyone can see.
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[Because it does explain a lot. Of the hysterical messages she is presently receiving. Helena recovers from her momentary embarrassment of many forms.] Pssssheh.
Got to go. B̶̗͙̮̗͂̓ͯͧ̄̾̈́͘y̜̹̦̔ͭͭ̏̇̌̔͢͢e, Natasha▒▒░
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[ Beat. ]
005 » 012. C͎o͔̲̞͚͙̥̝m̞̤͕̣̦͉̲e͕̼͡ ͏͍͔̖̰say ̧͖̮h̶̫̼̼ͅi͍̫̕ sometime. No bo█dies, p̜͈͕̣̱͠ͅl͈̕e̳̠͕̥͍͓͡as͖͚̝͇ḛ̛͖͍͔.
[voice]
Don't shoot!
[ Panic comes scrambling out. ]
He's— [ Crackling. ] █░͇̘͚̠̝̠ͅ▒̭▒͖̬̜ kid. W̓̽̅͆hͮ҉e̅ͪ͗ͯͨͦ̍r̸͛͗e̓̃̉̄͜ are yo͑̿u̔͆ͣ̿ͨ́͑?̌̆̄̿ ͛̔͛͐ͣ̔ͨ
[ The O2 Gardens are a big place. There's no way she can search it in time, but Emma's already on her way. ]
voice;
This is very bad phọ̐͆ͩ̔̿́n̳ͤ̿ê̔̀̋́▒█░
voice;
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[Helena that isn't what static sounds like.]
B▒̭--
[The network failure, right then, probably does not feel like coincidence, but it is the whole system that goes dead.]</small
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Heee̛̛͘ę̵͞e̶̶̛͢e҉̵̛̀e̸͠e̴̛é̕͏̴͟ ́ ̢͝ ̧͝ ̷̷̕͠ ͟͡ ̸̕ ͘ ̴̀̀͞ ͘̕͢ ̀͞ y. Hey.
[ The signal blinks, falls off, and comes back with a sharp connection, free of disturbance. Behind her, the halo of the gardens is distinctly present, and the camera bobs up and down. She's walking and being very loud on purpose. ]
Hey! You can't j█▒░░u̶̢͘u̴͏uuu͜͠u̵͡uust shoot people around here.
[ Okay so maybe the feed isn't great, but it gets the point across. She thinks that she knows where they are, at least. ]
voice;
They aren't far, either. Draco hadn't made it too far off the beaten path, which was precisely why the stranger had such a fine shot at his little head.
By now, Helena extricated her communicator from the rifle scope and regards the unfamiliar blonde snowed by static in her monitor with consternation. She seriously considers not responding. Thomas taught her better than to be playing around with social media when she is in the middle of assassinating somebody. But more messages are coming in, from people she has never called out to, and--
--what is even.
The line connects. Audio only, and she plays at a musical, pleasantly automated voice:]
You have dialed wrong numb▒▒e̜̼̞̅ͭ̇r̹̩̖̥̜̋̈́͠ͅ. I am sorr̞̝̘̞͈͕ͨ̊̏̈́̒y. Please try a͓̯͎g̩͒̽̀̐̔ain.
[There is nothing particularly rude about the disconnect.]
( action jackson )
What's she going to do when she gets there, anyway? Go go Gadget Meatshield, probably. Hopefully someone else will either have found him or alerted him by the time she gets there. ]
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voice.
S̴̭̮̰̱̗̺ͦ͋͠ṭ̦͎͍͌̂̐ͨ̅ͯ͝ő̙͈͉̭̓͒ͤ̓ͧp͖̤͙͙̮̭̿̂̂͌͊̕! Stop stop stop̴̡̧̩͍̖̘̩̳͊̆ͥ͒..
[ Not quite panicked, but getting there—their initial meeting may not have been great, but she doesn't want him to die, Jesus H. Christ. ]
voice; (cw flippant mention of abuse)
How a̴̞̞̰̼̥̫̪ͧͥ̈̂ͥb̸̗͇͎̤̒̇ͫ͌out foot, [she says and, shouldering her rifle, she hangs up.]
a mass private text to jump thirty six
This is your captain speaking, the Oxygen Gardens are about to experience some severe localized turbulence for one passenger in particular. I would strongly advise that if this is you, you should probably - at a minimum - consider ducking.
( ooc: delivered to the inboxes of all characters who had one in their journal; reposted here for those who don't. )
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