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March 5th, 2009
09:04 am - 033 - [Video]
[The communicator is activated by a fall to the ground. Considering that Raziel usually wedges it under his cowl, it's not surprising that the sudden difference of shape underneath it caused it to slip free. For a moment, there is only a confused, misted look at the sky directly above, and then a hand passes over it, leaning heavily just to the right. It's not a three taloned claw with blue muscle tissue stretched across it; it is a normal human hand, long fingered and clever. Some of the bandages over Raziel's arms have slipped over it. Breathing, harsh, shocked breathing, can be heard.
The hand passes back over it, pulling a rather damp looking red tunic with black leggings over with him. The grip is clumsy, not well-practiced, and the view is momentarily obscured by the falling tunic. Clumsy rustling sounds might be heard before the view is unobstructed, and Raziel, on unsteady legs, is standing. He is wearing the black leggings (very poorly laced) and his cowl around his face... but that isn't the strangest thing.
He's human. Not vampire or simply an illusion cast over his blasted form; fully human. Relatively good looking, with dark hair and eyes, and also very, very cold. He nearly falls as he pulls the tunic on. His breathing is sharp, disbelieving.
The coiled mists of the graveyard cloy around him, and he shudders so badly he nearly topples. He does topple when he reaches over the communicator to grasp something else. It cuts the feed off.]
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October 22nd, 2008
08:47 pm - 20//Voice
[There's a snort of disgusted laughter, followed by a clang - although that's not really enough to describe the ripe cacophony of metal falling on metal.]
Ridiculous.
Should anyone wish spare metal and the clothes underneath it, it's lying outside the graveyard.
[Recording clicks off]
((Raziel recieved his Sarafan armour, but with the right upper forearm plate missing. His vampire garb - complete with blood-red clan sigil - and a soft, thick red-black tunic and leggings ensemble are under the collapsed armour.))
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July 24th, 2008
10:45 pm - 12//Voice
[Raziel's oddly hollow, deaded. While it is usually very passionate and highly emotional, now it lack both, and it does not seem right with him.]
It is done.
Zexion. I have fed.
This does not feel right.
[There is the sound of a faint cry, the Reaver coming to life.]
I feel... nothingness. What... was he?
Void?
Nothingness.
Nothingness...
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