thelongnow_rpg | [video]

[As the feed comes on, there seems to be a bit of unnecessary static filtering through the entire video. The room shown is dark, and the floor and walls seem to move with a sort of erratic life, their surfaces now a shiny, deep purple color. The appliances and furniture here have all been devoured by the stuff, and the washer and dryer against the wall have been converted into a sort of throne shaped seat, accented with green, bony spikes that literally grow and bend from its sides. A woman sits there, her nearly naked body covered only with bony armor that is literally a part of her body. Two large wings extend from her back, though they too are skeletal, the tip of each appendage tips with a long blade. Her eyes glow a burning orange color as she grins at the screen, and her hair is a mass of writing tentacles.]

"Do you hear it?" Her mouth moves to form the words, though anyone who watches can swear they hear it vibrating in their heads instead of simply from the journal. "This house is not what it seems. It speaks. It lives as we do, and it evolves at a rate that may surpass even myself."

[Her lips peel back in a dark smile, her clawed fingertips rapping lightly against the arm of her makeshift throne.]

"A worthy adversary, this place might be. Though, if it has brought me here, then it desires your punishment." [Her smile vanishes, replaced only by a cold stare.] "My own matters are far more important. If it will not send me home, then this place will burn with my fury."

<ooc note: Seeing as Kerrigan does not have a journal because she does not have a room, she is currently hijacking the network with her mind. yes, omg psychic powers. Thus, the static. Anyone with any tech abilities will likely be able to deduce this.>

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[He glances back to her, somewhat surprised that she mentioned it, but offers a bit of a grin and holds up his hands, wriggling them]

For lack of a word that you or anyone else will understand, it's called Grace. When I was created, I was the brightest and most powerful of my kind. And now, I still am, only now I'm cold... and I have to create heat through my Grace.

[She places an elbow on the arm rest of her makeshift throne, leaning her cheek lazily into the palm of her hand.]

Grace... [She says it as if she's tasting the flavor of the word on her tongue.] You speak of your kind? What are you, then, if not human?

[He glances to her and smiles]

You can't tell that I'm different from them? [He shakes his head, almost startled that such a being of high power cannot sense other energies]

I'm an angel.

[Her eyes narrow the slightest fraction.] I was merely commented on how you appear to be human, yet are not. Even I was human, once. I was powerful then, as well, though I have evolved greatly since then.

[She inclines her head at the word, not understanding.] That is not a species I am familiar with, I'm afraid.

I was never as weak as a human. [He says this with a bit of a frown, in brief wonder as to how such a thing could ever be a human at any point...]

Clearly... I wouldn't imagine that you have the same religions wherever you're from.

[The Queen of Blades' eyes bore into his, the irises seeming to catch flame as they spark in response to her power as she burrowed into his mind. His thoughts feel almost receptive to it, as he had opened up the link himself previously, and it is a simple task for her to retrieve the information she needs.]

The humans of your world are different from mine. [She states it as fact.] I was a Ghost when I was human, gifted with vast psychic powers even within my simple body.

You are the highest child of a deity, but have lost its favor. [This is also stated as fact, gathered from his stolen thoughts, she has put together her own interpretation.] I see.

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