1 || Video; yo this shit is lit

[divinusly]

[ She's quite a distance away from the city, and it certainly shows. Dirt and dust spot the scarf she wears about her face and neck, caught in the fabric as she has sped through the desert upon the motorcycle, and the leather of her armor could use a good cleaning. Yet strangely enough her hair remains tightly bound in a braid, and her skin is unmarked by neither sun nor sand. She addresses the network calmly but quietly. ] Good evening. [ Or midday. Or whatever. ] For those I have not met, my name is Zelda. I am currently delivering one of the orbs the deity Love has granted us to its shrine.

[ Seems straightforward enough, yeah? Well, maybe not so much anymore. ] However, I seem to have encountered a-- [ Zelda turns the camera of the phone away from her, during which the connection becomes spottier, her voice lagging, twisting behind the frames. ] --being-- [ She using the phone's features to zoom in to something just a ways away from where she's stopped. Lingering beyond the hazy mirage of the cracked ground is one of the Null, but the connection seems to worsen just as she focuses the image. ] Is anyone-- [ More static, this time longer than before. When the visual returns, the image remains distorted. ]

--iliar with it?

[ It's not like any of the various beasts she's seen in or around the city proper, and it seems strange that it travels alone. While Zelda certainly may be a capable warrior, she reserves herself to seek information first before taking any action. ]

[ OOC: If you want to jump in on her log comment instead, see here: Bloop!