[ He's about to maybe wish he'd done this somewhere a little less public in about three seconds. Because the screen glitches... And then projects a larger screen above him, to give a clear view. In it, he can see a woman all in red with a crown on her head. In the background, one can see what is clearly former knights infected by the glass doing battle with random civilians. It's a grim sight. ]
We are not sure how to word this. First, we hope that this message reaches our Allies. Or better yet, we hope it reaches the ones we had planned to call forth to save us as our own efforts have failed. We are Rafflesimon. We rule the marshes, home to many a digimon who was once shunned elsewhere. And it is with a saddened heart we must report that the Swamp Citadel has been breached.
[ The screen shakes and there are screams as something in the background explodes. She looks behind her for a moment, grimly, before turning back to whatever is recording. ]
...Please. Save us. Our people... They deserve not this. We can only beg of you to find a solution--any solution to the problem. And we... We are sorry. We tried to stave it off once it took the mountains. But it claimed one of our knights. And then he spread it to the others and now... A coup.
[ Another, much closer explosion, and she looks back again. The screams are eerily beginning to die out, as is the motions of anything moving in the background. She turns back to the screen again. ]
...We are out of time. The video is set to be sent adrift in the digital river, so anyone may eventually stumble upon i--
[ She lets out a screech as something attacks from behind, obscured by smoke from the explosions mere moments ago. She glows brightly and then splits into two different women--a rose-themed one, and a lotus-themed one. They both are on the ground, reaching for each other. The camera they'd been using is also on the ground no, so the view of them is from largely beneath. The background is almost entirely glassed over. ]
Rosemon! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I was too stubborn, I should have asked for help, I--
It's all right, Lotosmon. It's all right. Help will come. You'll see.
[ Their fingers barely touch as their own forms freeze in glass, fingertips just barely touching one another. The eerie stillness takes over and the feed sits there for a minute. Most would click away and stop by now, because there's plenty of time left on the video, but doesn't seem to be anything happening. Lotor, however, notices very slight movement to the camera. As if it's being gently poked. Suddenly, though, a hand comes from behind and grabs it. And Lotor, who rolled a fucking 20 on this, will notice, in the seconds before the video ends....
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We are not sure how to word this. First, we hope that this message reaches our Allies. Or better yet, we hope it reaches the ones we had planned to call forth to save us as our own efforts have failed. We are Rafflesimon. We rule the marshes, home to many a digimon who was once shunned elsewhere. And it is with a saddened heart we must report that the Swamp Citadel has been breached.
[ The screen shakes and there are screams as something in the background explodes. She looks behind her for a moment, grimly, before turning back to whatever is recording. ]
...Please. Save us. Our people... They deserve not this. We can only beg of you to find a solution--any solution to the problem. And we... We are sorry. We tried to stave it off once it took the mountains. But it claimed one of our knights. And then he spread it to the others and now... A coup.
[ Another, much closer explosion, and she looks back again. The screams are eerily beginning to die out, as is the motions of anything moving in the background. She turns back to the screen again. ]
...We are out of time. The video is set to be sent adrift in the digital river, so anyone may eventually stumble upon i--
[ She lets out a screech as something attacks from behind, obscured by smoke from the explosions mere moments ago. She glows brightly and then splits into two different women--a rose-themed one, and a lotus-themed one. They both are on the ground, reaching for each other. The camera they'd been using is also on the ground no, so the view of them is from largely beneath. The background is almost entirely glassed over. ]
Rosemon! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I was too stubborn, I should have asked for help, I--
It's all right, Lotosmon. It's all right. Help will come. You'll see.
[ Their fingers barely touch as their own forms freeze in glass, fingertips just barely touching one another. The eerie stillness takes over and the feed sits there for a minute. Most would click away and stop by now, because there's plenty of time left on the video, but doesn't seem to be anything happening. Lotor, however, notices very slight movement to the camera. As if it's being gently poked. Suddenly, though, a hand comes from behind and grabs it. And Lotor, who rolled a fucking 20 on this, will notice, in the seconds before the video ends....
The hand looks human. ]