Post by Edgar_Whateley on May 8, 2017 19:20:42 GMT -5
The screen cuts to what seems to be security camera footage, the timestamp indicating that events shown occurred around 5 hours after GCW Extravaganza ended. We appear to be watching it on a mobile phone, as occasionally the camera shifts slightly and we see the edge of a finger, or thumb as the phone rests in someone’s palm.
The footage cuts from room to room, some of them looking very familiar. For 10 seconds it lingers on what is undoubtedly Edgar Whateley’s study. Other shots seem to show his storage room/shed, there’s even a shot of the garden and the bizarre statues that fill it. Repeating the loop back to the study - the screen reveals a figure dressed all in black, with a black mask, entering the room.
This figured proceeds to rip books down from their shelves, throwing haphazardly around the room. They shove Edgar’s desk to the edge of the great window, then pitch his laptop through the glass. With a shove of this person’s foot, the entire desk soon crashes through what remains of the window, tumbling outside and scattering ephemera everywhere. Finally this figure sprays some kind of fluid on the ground, in some arcane symbol… and with a flick of a lighter, sets fire to it. Books and other loose pages circle about in the wind, and quickly catch alight. Slowly but surely, the curtains, the rug, then the bookshelves begin to burn also. The flames are bright, and the footage becomes obscured by the glare.
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The GCW camera zooms out, and pans around to show Edgar Whateley. He is sitting cross legged with his ancient leather bag next to him, dressed in his usual attire, his overcoat draped around his shoulders. Zooming out further, we can see he sits on the sidewalk of what looks like a decent neighbourhood, his face a blank slate.
Panning around him so we now have a view from behind Edgar, as his figure is silhouetted against the streetlight over the road from where he sits. The building he faces is… no longer a building, but the blackened shell of a two storey Federal style home. While the roof has fallen in, and some walls appear to be completely destroyed, some are still smoldering and hissing in the light rain.
The camera turns back to Edgar, sitting, watching. Flakes of ash and blackened paper gently drift past his face. One page actually connects with his chest, the corner of it still alight. Without looking down, he grasps the page, extinguishing the flame with his thumb and forefinger. After a minute, he finally hold it up higher, and tips his eyes down to look at it.
The hint of a smile flashes on his face, but is quickly gone again. His arms fall flat to his side. He places the wet, burnt page in his bag, along with his phone, and stands. After another pause, Edgar seems to take a deep breath, then reaches for the bag, and begins to walk off. The camera follows him a little, from a distance. We see over his shoulder that this light rain is just the start of a storm that looms in the distance. Lightning cracks the sky above his head. The rain starts to get heavier, rapidly. Edgar walks on.
The footage cuts from room to room, some of them looking very familiar. For 10 seconds it lingers on what is undoubtedly Edgar Whateley’s study. Other shots seem to show his storage room/shed, there’s even a shot of the garden and the bizarre statues that fill it. Repeating the loop back to the study - the screen reveals a figure dressed all in black, with a black mask, entering the room.
This figured proceeds to rip books down from their shelves, throwing haphazardly around the room. They shove Edgar’s desk to the edge of the great window, then pitch his laptop through the glass. With a shove of this person’s foot, the entire desk soon crashes through what remains of the window, tumbling outside and scattering ephemera everywhere. Finally this figure sprays some kind of fluid on the ground, in some arcane symbol… and with a flick of a lighter, sets fire to it. Books and other loose pages circle about in the wind, and quickly catch alight. Slowly but surely, the curtains, the rug, then the bookshelves begin to burn also. The flames are bright, and the footage becomes obscured by the glare.
…
The GCW camera zooms out, and pans around to show Edgar Whateley. He is sitting cross legged with his ancient leather bag next to him, dressed in his usual attire, his overcoat draped around his shoulders. Zooming out further, we can see he sits on the sidewalk of what looks like a decent neighbourhood, his face a blank slate.
Panning around him so we now have a view from behind Edgar, as his figure is silhouetted against the streetlight over the road from where he sits. The building he faces is… no longer a building, but the blackened shell of a two storey Federal style home. While the roof has fallen in, and some walls appear to be completely destroyed, some are still smoldering and hissing in the light rain.
The camera turns back to Edgar, sitting, watching. Flakes of ash and blackened paper gently drift past his face. One page actually connects with his chest, the corner of it still alight. Without looking down, he grasps the page, extinguishing the flame with his thumb and forefinger. After a minute, he finally hold it up higher, and tips his eyes down to look at it.
The hint of a smile flashes on his face, but is quickly gone again. His arms fall flat to his side. He places the wet, burnt page in his bag, along with his phone, and stands. After another pause, Edgar seems to take a deep breath, then reaches for the bag, and begins to walk off. The camera follows him a little, from a distance. We see over his shoulder that this light rain is just the start of a storm that looms in the distance. Lightning cracks the sky above his head. The rain starts to get heavier, rapidly. Edgar walks on.