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driftfleet2016-02-14 03:45 pm
arcanepower) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-14 03:45 pm
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Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now
[video;]
[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.
He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]
He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!
[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]
Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--
[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now
[video;]
[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.
He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]
He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!
[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]
Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--
[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]
no subject
I don't need anything.
[He might not be hugging her anymore, but his fingers are still attached to her shirt. He's tactile that way.]
Please don't leave.
no subject
I'm not going anywhere.
[She could make promises, but she can't know if she can keep them. But for right now, she can stay here with him. She can let him cling to get, and she can comfort him as best she's able.]