Ill Portents
Oct 23, 2023 3:11:51 GMT -5
Post by Dragonkin on Oct 23, 2023 3:11:51 GMT -5
The shadowy halls in the backstage area of the Peter Venkman Georges Lemaître Memorial Arena, as the witching hour draws near.
The camera moves uncertainly this way and that, found footage style, pausing before every doorway, every corner, creeping through another deserted room..
Whoever holds the camera bumps a shelf in the gloom. Crash! The sound of breaking glass makes the camera whip around. A laugh rings out, musical but not entirely pleasant. Our vision turns until a silhouette takes shape in the shadows, the faint light reflecting a pair of shining eyes.
Kat Black steps out of the shadows - her mask more cat-like than the OG-Joshi fans are used to, but unmistakable nevertheless. She saunters close, mouth widening into a cheshire grin that is gone again as quickly as it appeared.
“Never trust a newcomer in a mask, I hope you learned by now.”
A flash of steel in her hand as she lunges face to face with the camera, her other hand yanking it close.
“You think cats are sweet, and forget that we are killers, fond of blood. You’ll soon find out the misfortune of a black cat crossing your path…”
The camera drops, the light fading on the shattered remains of a mirror.
The camera moves uncertainly this way and that, found footage style, pausing before every doorway, every corner, creeping through another deserted room..
Whoever holds the camera bumps a shelf in the gloom. Crash! The sound of breaking glass makes the camera whip around. A laugh rings out, musical but not entirely pleasant. Our vision turns until a silhouette takes shape in the shadows, the faint light reflecting a pair of shining eyes.
Kat Black steps out of the shadows - her mask more cat-like than the OG-Joshi fans are used to, but unmistakable nevertheless. She saunters close, mouth widening into a cheshire grin that is gone again as quickly as it appeared.
“Never trust a newcomer in a mask, I hope you learned by now.”
A flash of steel in her hand as she lunges face to face with the camera, her other hand yanking it close.
“You think cats are sweet, and forget that we are killers, fond of blood. You’ll soon find out the misfortune of a black cat crossing your path…”
The camera drops, the light fading on the shattered remains of a mirror.