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*for a few minutes there are dark flashes of images. Almost entirely incoherent, but there's a sense of dread to them. The silence is almost deafening.

A young boy blindfolded and trapped in a box-

A mangled body hanging from a treehouse-

A terrified little girl with blood splattered on her face-

Heiji and another teen hanging off a cliffside-

A different boy pale and unconscious in a hospital-

An explosion and the ground shaking from something big-

A stone angel just barely visible at the end of a manor hall-

A montage of bodies of all types and deaths, until a pattern of fatal gunshot wounds can be recognized.

The video straightens out. Heiji is standing in an entryway. It's dark, the only light coming from a room beyond the stairs. The shadows shift just outside Heiji's view, as if creatures are writhing in the darkness. A realistic looking statue of a crow rested on the knob at the end of the stair railing, black eyes glittering as if watching. Waiting.

Heiji moved down the hall. The expression on his face implied that he knew what was coming, and he hated it, even while it hoped it wasn't true. He approached the door and pushed it open. The light came from the fireplace, a dim fire dying in the ashes. The rest of the room was fuzzy, details unnoticed in light of the body in the middle of the floor; almost unrecognizable beneath the blood. Blood was everywhere. He knew it was more than the human body could actually produce, but that didn't he register in his mind as he approached. The firelight splashed across the fresh blood.

The detective covers his mouth as he recognizes the body. He staggers a step back and opens his mouth to say something, or scream.

The sound of a crow SCREAMS across the video just before it cuts out*

artificialflower

[If there's one thing that Kanda is outraged at, it's being robbed of Mugen for almost three weeks now. And there is no amount of drugs that can stop him from expressing it for long, because fuck everything, you don't just take other people's things, Author. However, it seems that his continuous attempts to break out, all done with his usual finesse, caution, and regard for everyone's safety, have finally made the staff tired.]

[A few quite sturdy male nurses with a straight-jacket finally have managed to restrain him, and are now dragging him backwards towards his room. Kanda has pretty much lost his patience, too, so he doesn't bother to look all that sane while trying to get on his feet, growling and baring teeth. He does a pretty good job at kicking one nurse's feet from under him and biting the arm of another, however he's outnumbered and still ends up shoved into a special containment space.]

[That is basically a tiny room with soft walls and a small window with bars. Guess who is not happy.]

Get back here! I'll have your fucking heads!

was_a_hunter

[The feed crackles to life, the video showing the ceiling of one of the rooms. There's a sound of someone groaning and the creaking of the bed before a blond woman is suddenly in the frame.]

Dean?

[Her eyes are unfocused and she's very clearly heavily drugged, the result of a late night hall wandering gone wrong.]

...Don't let them catch you you. Don't...don't stay in the open...

[She wasn't entirely sure what happened to her, but she wasn't particularly loving it.]

stalking_horse

[It's a very staticy broadcast at first; there's a brief clip of Saguru in his coat and hat, creeping down a dark hallway in some large building - then stopping suddenly, glancing at one hand; whatever it's tangled on isn't visible, but there's a thin red line on his wrist when he tugs at it, and then a small startle movement as if he'd just gotten stung by something.]

[Then after a short burst of static wipes out the image, the camera seems to be wobbling - there's the same hallway, but from his perspective, and fuzzed out, blurry,both going a bit dark and twisting a little. Three red "eyes" appear in the dark, in a triangle, then they twist into eight, set in a large dark shape with eight legs wide enough to cover the hallway; his perspective drops - held by whatever he'd gotten tangled in, but not solidly on his feet.]

Well well, what have we here; something else wandered into my world.

[The voice doesn't sound right - distorted, mechanical overtones. And when Saguru speaks up, well, it's much more wobbly than usual for him, as much as he's trying to sound calm and detached.]

Voice changer and hallucinogens, lines to guide people to the imagery of spiders... No wonder all the witnesses are panicked and have no description of you.

Trying to be the very model of a rational detective, aren't you? Even when you're in someone else's power. [The voice coming from the spider that's been coming closer - though still more an indistinct sillhouette than anything clear - changes; less mechanical, less distorted, very human, and unfamiliar to probably anyone listening, although it gets a reflexive flinch from Saguru; a distant, muffled church-bell sounds in the background.] One would think you would've learned your lesson about nosing into things recklessly the last time.

....recordings of church bells for a trigger; that's not a hard story to find. [Although he's sounding more uncertain than he clearly wants to with that.]

Really now. Still clinging to some shred of control. [There's a disappointed clicking sound as the church-bells fade out, replaced by an ocean breeze and waves; the darkness of the hallway blurs into some kind of rocky beach, a moonless, cloudy sky above, as something that sounds like hooves with an odd scraping noise added is coming from behind.] You shouldn't be so careless about going out at night, Tammas.

[The red eyes creep back, vanishing into the mist with the rest of the shadowy spider, and the camera's perspective flickers briefly - whatever Saguru was tangled in has been cut, leaving him off-balanced, but he doesn't quite end up hitting ground thanks to the large shape behind him; something that looks like a skinless horse with throbbing yellow veins running under the skin, a similarly skinless humanoid torso grafted onto the back; the "horse" head has one blank yellow eye in the middle of its forehead, and both heads are split wide open with fanged maws, while the arms of the "torso" are long enough that the bladelike claws drag the ground - one claw catching him by the throat as the video cuts off.]

((OOC Note: Yes, Saguru will be getting any replies, though he'll be ... well... drugged.))

inverted_flight

*the video is shaking dizzily, as if he's holding the phone in his hand as he's outright SPRINTING down the hall. Every time his arm swings back the camera pans across one of more of his pursuers, gaining on him with every swing.

Akito slides down to the ground hard, the phone slamming into the floor as he goes low to shift his moment to take a corner, and he moves again. The nurses lose maybe half a foot of ground but regain it quickly. He's breathing heavily, small sounds of pain floating to the mic. The swing of his arm falters as his knee nearly collapses under him.

He goes down again, taking a precious extra second to make the corner, losing more ground. The nurses are now close enough that the camera can only capture part of the uniform at a time.

He cries out as the nurses grab him, and the phone drops to the floor, camera pointed at the ceiling. The nurses are restraining him as he writhes, trying to break their hold. One of them injects something into his neck and he falls limp in the arms.

They drag him out of view of the camera. It runs about a minute more before one of the nurses returns. She bends down to pick up the phone and clicks off the feed*

((having been watched by them since the beginning, Akito kind of panicked at how dramatically they changed and were stalking him. So now he's going to be pretty fucked up all day. Someone should probably sit on him this week, otherwise this will be his state of being the entire time.))

suna_bitch

[Someone is pissed and hissing harshly into the microphone, no need to bring the nurses attention to her again.]

Someone come and open my door.

Those people fixed it to where I couldn't even open my own door from the inside and I can't take being stuck in this room anymore.

[It's in everyone's best interest to do as she says right now, she's likely to blow a gasket again.]

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