[voice, then video and then maybe action?] Falling Down

[cerebroshellshocked]

....help......

[Voice first, quiet and strained.  After a moment, the feed switches to video, panning around the small room Ironfist's been using as a workshop.  It's littered, now, with broken bits of metal and cloth, that may look suspicious like Liege Maximo's Acolytes.  They look as though they've been...exploded somehow. ]


Please. I couldn't stop myself.

I'm bad.  

My head.

It's...

[The feed cuts, abruptly.]

((OOC: People involved in the Ironfist takedown, let's do it! Also, anyone else is welcome to respond, too.))

Comments

AUDIO;

[cerebroshellshocked]

No, please. It's...it's really not important.

Escort me...where? Are you going to offline me?

AUDIO;

[thehardway]

Offline-- no. You aren't lost to us yet, Ironfist.

AUDIO;

[cerebroshellshocked]

It's all right. I just don't want to hurt any more people.

AUDIO;

[thehardway]

I know.

What do you want us to do?

AUDIO;

[cerebroshellshocked]

.... _{stop me before I hurt someone else}