[anna is at the top of her hill, or very close to it. the video feed, taken from the perspective of her omen, is shaking again for the first half of this message. while previous messages have been calm, almost frighteningly so, she is in the presence of someone who would demand her rage. her fucking fury. rise. rise. rise.]
[she sweeps her hand as she brings herself closer to the camera. she's panting from exhaustion, and from other emotions that she doesn't have names for.]
This is a message to everyone associated with John and that goddamn boat trip. If I find out that any of you—any of you knew that it would end this way? I'm going to find where you live, and I'm going to fucking kill you. I'm going to take my sword and I'm going to run you through. Right through the chest. [she pounds her fist against what should be her sternum.]
If I like you, I'll cauterize it first. If not? Bleed and die. Gasp for air. Beg me to finish it quick and I'll refuse to listen. [anna spreads her arms as she's talking and starts walking in a slow circle. as it pans, the area around her is clearly visible. anyone remotely familiar with trench could find her and make an attempt to stop her, but she doesn't seem to care. it comes to a stop 180 degrees from where she had been facing before; behind her are the robed legs of a pthumerian. the one who anna has known, has worshipped for months. the one whose time has finally come.]
Because you're all guilty! [her head snaps up, and her grin is a rictus. her voice dances on the border of shrieking.] All of you! Everyone who knew that this would happen is responsible for everything that we saw! Everyone who died! Your hands are forever red with their blood, and your Reckoning is come! [she turns around again in a flash and looks up. the camera pans, but anna's voice continues from below.] Do it!
[black feathers fly into view from the bottom of the frame, followed by the sound of cracking bones, of anatomy changing in horrible, beastly ways. a scream turns to the terrifying, guttural call of a raven begging for its own death. the video feed cuts, but the audio somehow continues—louder, but clearer, like it's coming from a different perspective. with the last breath of her humanity, anna's voice growls out:]
[ the voice is small boyish. there's an audible shake in it; something's terrible has happened, that was more than clear. it sounds threatening and falco's chest runs so hot and cold at the same time that he can feel his breathing hitch until his words crack. what happened? what happened—
and what will happen? ]
Miss Anna—? Can anyone—?
[ after sharp rustling of fabric and quick fumbles to shut his end off, he makes the split decision to move. he knows where that is. he's gone after her. anyone who tries to message falco after this point will get nothing in return.
[ Midoriya finally collapsed from his wounds, not quite sleeping, as his Corruption made that difficult, but gone from the world in a fugue state all the same. So, he receives this message in the group chat too late.
Anna is a burning hot wire of anger set to explode, and she's making a grand show of it. Midoriya is horribly reminded of her speech on The Lonely Island, the ship now at the bottom of the continental shelf. She was blazing and exuberant then, inspiring, and he called her Captain.
He forgets to. ]
Anna-san!!
[ His eyes rove over the background and note the area she might be. Then he is moving, though he's noted the time stamp, which drops a sick, cold dread into his stomach. ]
Where are you? Are you hurt?
[ He doesn't expect a reply, but he keeps the connection open anyway, leaves, breaks the sound barrier with a thunderclap over the city in his haste, and does not find her or the Reckoning at all. She is another person he failed to save. ]
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2022.07.06
[anna is at the top of her hill, or very close to it. the video feed, taken from the perspective of her omen, is shaking again for the first half of this message. while previous messages have been calm, almost frighteningly so, she is in the presence of someone who would demand her rage. her fucking fury. rise. rise. rise.]
[she sweeps her hand as she brings herself closer to the camera. she's panting from exhaustion, and from other emotions that she doesn't have names for.]
This is a message to everyone associated with John and that goddamn boat trip. If I find out that any of you—any of you knew that it would end this way? I'm going to find where you live, and I'm going to fucking kill you. I'm going to take my sword and I'm going to run you through. Right through the chest. [she pounds her fist against what should be her sternum.]
If I like you, I'll cauterize it first. If not? Bleed and die. Gasp for air. Beg me to finish it quick and I'll refuse to listen. [anna spreads her arms as she's talking and starts walking in a slow circle. as it pans, the area around her is clearly visible. anyone remotely familiar with trench could find her and make an attempt to stop her, but she doesn't seem to care. it comes to a stop 180 degrees from where she had been facing before; behind her are the robed legs of a pthumerian. the one who anna has known, has worshipped for months. the one whose time has finally come.]
Because you're all guilty! [her head snaps up, and her grin is a rictus. her voice dances on the border of shrieking.] All of you! Everyone who knew that this would happen is responsible for everything that we saw! Everyone who died! Your hands are forever red with their blood, and your Reckoning is come! [she turns around again in a flash and looks up. the camera pans, but anna's voice continues from below.] Do it!
[black feathers fly into view from the bottom of the frame, followed by the sound of cracking bones, of anatomy changing in horrible, beastly ways. a scream turns to the terrifying, guttural call of a raven begging for its own death. the video feed cuts, but the audio somehow continues—louder, but clearer, like it's coming from a different perspective. with the last breath of her humanity, anna's voice growls out:]
Nevermore, you son of a bitch.
[everything goes black.]
voice
[ the voice is small boyish. there's an audible shake in it; something's terrible has happened, that was more than clear. it sounds threatening and falco's chest runs so hot and cold at the same time that he can feel his breathing hitch until his words crack. what happened? what happened—
and what will happen? ]
Miss Anna—? Can anyone—?
[ after sharp rustling of fabric and quick fumbles to shut his end off, he makes the split decision to move. he knows where that is. he's gone after her. anyone who tries to message falco after this point will get nothing in return.
they definitely won't. ]
voice
You sure talk a lot. I'm not impressed.
Come find me whenever you would like to die.
[not here]
no subject
voice
Anna is a burning hot wire of anger set to explode, and she's making a grand show of it. Midoriya is horribly reminded of her speech on The Lonely Island, the ship now at the bottom of the continental shelf. She was blazing and exuberant then, inspiring, and he called her Captain.
He forgets to. ]
Anna-san!!
[ His eyes rove over the background and note the area she might be. Then he is moving, though he's noted the time stamp, which drops a sick, cold dread into his stomach. ]
Where are you? Are you hurt?
[ He doesn't expect a reply, but he keeps the connection open anyway, leaves, breaks the sound barrier with a thunderclap over the city in his haste, and does not find her or the Reckoning at all. She is another person he failed to save. ]