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[Public Video, planetside]
[Before the feed opens, something happens, a pressure in the air, like a slowly burgeoning thundercloud finally loosing rain. The weight of weariness and doom falls a little bit lighter; withered plants seem slightly less desolate. The effect is uneven and spread thin, the farther from him it goes, but palpable in some places nevertheless.
Dillon looks wrong, in a lot of small ways. His skin is a little mottled, raw in places and leathery in others, new-made and not always with enough moisture to reabsorb, cheeks a little hollower. He's holding himself differently, a raw, skewed raggedness, shoulders sloping, eyes dark and intense. His voice cracks when he talks, vocal cords as new as the rest of him.]
Someone tell me what the hell is going on.
[Before the feed opens, something happens, a pressure in the air, like a slowly burgeoning thundercloud finally loosing rain. The weight of weariness and doom falls a little bit lighter; withered plants seem slightly less desolate. The effect is uneven and spread thin, the farther from him it goes, but palpable in some places nevertheless.
Dillon looks wrong, in a lot of small ways. His skin is a little mottled, raw in places and leathery in others, new-made and not always with enough moisture to reabsorb, cheeks a little hollower. He's holding himself differently, a raw, skewed raggedness, shoulders sloping, eyes dark and intense. His voice cracks when he talks, vocal cords as new as the rest of him.]
Someone tell me what the hell is going on.
