03-10-2020, 11:45 PM
ooc: just wanted to point out that the "promo" at the start of this thing is never actually publicly released, and therefore isn't meant to be referenced by anybody. I would think the reason why would be pretty clear once you read it, but I figured I should point it out anyway to be on the safe side. kind of setting some things up here that are going to start to really take shape as we move forward.
As our scene opens, everything just feels right when our eyes first spy Scarlet Grey. Maybe that's because of the elegant dress she's wearing, as form fitting as a second skin and making her curves stand out in all the right ways, not to mention the low cut that immediately draws your eyes to her bountiful cleavage. A confident smirk is on her face as she slowly and sensually walks along a red carpet towards the camera, briefly glancing back to the throne near the back of the room before her eyes fully lock in on us as she strikes a sexy pose.
Grey: Gaze upon me, true believers, and worship your true queen! No need for the snow and cold when all you need is the heat of the Red Empire's chosen goddess to melt away such silly ramblings about what SCW needs to be or how... or...
Scarlet slowly trails off, blinking in confusion as something seems to be weighing on her mind. She shakes it off and looks down at her body for a moment before silently cursing to herself. Knowing the camera's still rolling and planning to simply do the necessary editing later, she decides to change gears, putting her hands on her hips and giving her best glare into the camera.
Grey: Do you know what annoys me the most about you Selena? Its this belief that you always have to get your way just because you're the “face” of SCW. You shove it down everybody's throats so often I'm surprised Disney hasn't... come... damn it!
Scarlet wildly turns her back to the camera, and while we can appreciate the curve of her ample ass against the dress, it's painfully clear this isn't part of the redhead's plan. She takes a moment to try and compose herself, taking a few deep breaths and gently rubbing her forehead. After a moment, she seems collected and turns back to face the camera again, not caring if she doesn't look angry or sexy or anything.
Grey: Listen Selena, I...
She trails off again, finding her thoughts leaving her for reasons we can't begin to understand. With a yell of frustration as she throws her hands into the air, she quickly approaches the camera, and before we know it, the scene has cut to black.
The camera is shut off, and Scarlet just stares at it, almost as though she's in a trance. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she tears the camera from its stand and violently whips it across the room, watching it bounce along the floor as piece after piece breaks off. No doubt anything that was stored on it was now long gone and would never be seen by anyone, and that thought only made Scarlet angrier. However, she just shook her head and spat out a sigh before leaning against the wall.
Grey: All that work... gone. And yet, none of it felt right to me. No matter what I try to say, no matter how much I start getting into tearing winter-obsessed snowflake to shreds, I can't focus on actually meaning any of it. Why!? It's not that hard to hate the most self-absorbed bitch out of the entire gallery of “heroes” in SCW, and yet I don't seem to have a clue as to how I verbally maul her!
Scarlet slammed her fist against the wall, ignoring the pain that briefly shot through her hand once she remembered most of the walls of her little mansion/castle were made of metal. She looked down at herself, and while she could easily admit the dress was sexy enough to accomplish its task, it wasn't fixing the fact that something just plain felt off to her. Almost as if she was acting on instinct, she grabbed the dress and tore it from her body shred by shred, leaving her standing there in nothing but a red g-string. Even being in her most natural and “sexiest” appearance didn't seem to change how she felt, and she glanced at the remains of the dress with remorse.
Grey: I can't get into this like I used to... I want to, I know I can tear into anybody in SCW and prepare myself to make them bow before me, but something just feels like its missing.
Her eyes slowly glanced up at the lights, as though they would somehow give her all the answers she was looking for. Truth be told, she had been feeling off ever since she'd been released from the hospital, and while she'd passed all of SCW's tests with flying colors to be able to return, she still felt like there was an unexplainable issue no matter how much she would claim otherwise. Almost out of nowhere, she would get nasty migraines that ffelt like someone was hammering away at a drum inside her skull. She could swear she would hear the angriest, most primal voice accompany them, but she could never make out any words through all the pounding. Often times these would be accompanied by sudden blackouts, and sometimes those came out of the blue without warning. All she would remember is waking up with a giant gap in her memory, just like how she couldn't truly recall even to herself how or why she was hospitalized to begin with.
She wanted to be thankful that she hadn't had an incident like that while on SCW's time, but suddenly having holes in her memory was a terrifying thought.
It'd be one thing if she had simply gotten wasted and passed out somewhere, or woke up after a wild night in someone else's bed trying to slowly recall her latest sexual conquest, but this didn't leave her with the same feeling so she knew that wasn't the case. The more she tried to film this promo so she could spit whatever fire was necessary to melt the “snow queen” and every irritating thing she had to say in that voice that grated on her nerves so much, it was virtually impossible to focus on the best way to actually do just that when her mind was too preoccupied with trying to fill in the latest blank in her memory. The last thing she could recall was getting ready for a night out to try and clear her head, maybe bag some hot girl or guy to have a fun time with, then make sure the dress she'd just destroyed would be ready to have her curves stuffed back into it to do what she needed to do. After that, her memory just jumped to her waking up this morning on the couch, having never changed at all and no sign of anyone that would've come back with her for a good time like she'd planned.
The only thing she knew for sure about whatever was missing from her memory was that something vague from whatever had happened felt like it would make her skin crawl, making her wish more and more that she knew what the hell had actually happened last night.
She had no idea why she was entertaining this to begin with.
To be fair, there were a lot of questions she knew needed to be answered, and the longer she went without those answers, the more it pissed her off.
If this was how she needed to get them, then she'd play along, but only if she got what she wanted.
That was why she found herself bothering with the note she'd found taped to the door of the mansion she felt belonged to her, yet couldn't quite place why she suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar mansion of all places. That was why she was following the directions of making her way to a dark forest on the outskirts of town, which in and of itself had taken quite a while to find given that she was at a loss for where she was even at to begin with. As much as everything felt familiar, it felt just as foreign, and that only made her want to start tearing apart the first person that crossed her path. But, at the request of the note, she restrained herself, at least until she began wandering through the woods. To most people, being out here at night might seem like they were walking straight into a horror movie scene and would run off scared out of their minds, but if this was some sort of prank along those lines this woman planned to skin their face and turn it into a Halloween decoration.
Void: Alright, Void's here! If this is some sort of prank, your blood will be on Void's hands and Void will enjoy every last second of it!
The deranged woman looked around, seeing nothing but trees and darkness everywhere she turned. A low, animalistic growl escaped from her throat as she grew more and more agitated by the second as nothing seemed to happen. The note had been specifically addressed to Void, and that's who she was. She didn't care that when she looked in the mirror she saw the face of someone that seemed familiar yet infuriating and unknown all at the same time, because she knew exactly who she was and she knew what she was going to do if she didn't get what she came here for.
???: Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise? I didn't think you'd actually show... assuming you are who you say you are.
Void violently whipped around, and the first thing that greeted her angry gaze that wasn't a part of nature was the hooded cloak of a woman, being so black in color it nearly blended in with the shadows around them. This woman was familiar... Void knew she'd seen her somewhere before, and after a minute of searching through her brain and trying to piece together the infuriatingly distorted puzzle that her mind seemed to be, she at last recalled a memory, perhaps the only memory that stood out clearly to her.
Void: You! You're that woman who laughed at Void when Void threatened to tear your face off!
“Angel”: Excellent, you're exactly who I was hoping to see, and it's nice that you remember me.
The moment the cloaked figure had finished her sentence, Void blindly lunged at her. Despite her best efforts, however, the woman effortlessly danced around her persistent pursuit, playing on Void's aggression and using it to wear her out. With one opening, in particular, she managed to slip behind the savage and trip her up, taking her to the ground before slipping something on over her face. The moment her weight was no longer present, Void sprang to her feet and started trying to pull the mask off, but she slowly stopped when she found the mysterious woman holding up a hand mirror. Any desire to simply smash it and continue trying to break this woman in half slowly disappeared as Void almost seemed transfixed by the black and white mask that hid the face that caused her so much confusion and frustration.
Void: Void... feels right.
“Angel”: I was hoping you would like it. I gathered that someone like you would feel more comfortable not being able to see an unfamiliar face, even if it is your own. You can embrace who you are without needing to hate yourself over your appearance or trying to fill in the blanks about any of it. That's what I'm here for... as I promised, it's a later point in time and I'm here to work out a few details with you.
Void extended her hand, clearly wanting the mirror, and the woman allowed her to take it without resistance. She continued to stare at her reflection, the face hidden behind the mask with the hypnotic design... while she could still feel hatred burning within herself, an unusual sense of calm began to overtake it. Her gaze slowly moved past the mirror and onto the woman who stared at her from beneath her veil, eyes narrowing into a look that suggested she was finally open to talking, but there would be consequences if she didn't get what she was promised.
Void: What do you know about Void that Void doesn't know? Who the hell are you?
“Angel”: You can consider me a guardian angel, of sorts, though you can call me Angel if that makes it easier on you.
Void: Void doesn't need a guardian angel.
Angel: Oh, I feel you'll change your tune when you realize how much I can help you. You may not be able to recall it too well, but I've been trying to help someone for a very long time... someone with a deep connection to you. The problem is that... well, they didn't appreciate what I had to offer them, and as a result, they continued along a downward spiral until everything they had tried so hard to gain was taken from them. No friends, no glory... it was all gone.
Void simply snarled at what sounded like a melodramatic tale to her.
Angel: The more that person lost everything, the angrier they became. They tried to do away with that anger, fearing that it would only cause them further harm, but such anger isn't eliminated so easily. Oh no, dear Void... that anger is meant to be unleashed, weaponized against everyone who thought that person was too weak to be able to make anything of themselves. Those that thought such anger was worth mocking because it made them “weak” and “predictable” deserve to pay... provided they are willing to accept a little help to avoid proving them right.
Void rolled her eyes at all of this, feeling like she was simply being jerked in circles and not getting what she came out here for. And yet, something in her mind seemed to trigger at hearing these words. Memories that she could vaguely recall, but was struggling to truly piece it all together, like trying to drag a clear picture out from the static when something simply isn't meant to be played anymore. There was something there that felt like it was lending truth to the words of this “angel”, and only one explanation seemed to make sense as a light bulb went off over Void's head.
Void: Am... is Void that woman?
Angel: I'm afraid so. It may seem a bit foggy right now, but the human mind is prone to desperately closing itself off to anything that has caused it great harm. You were once under such distress, being afraid of what you truly are, but now you are free to be the monster you were always meant to be. No one will stand in your way of taking everything that has always rightfully belonged to you... and all I ask is that you trust me to help lead you there.
Angel held out her hand, and Void just stared at it for a moment before her eyes slowly turned back to the mirror, and the mask she now wore. For a brief moment, her hand moved to her head as she felt a nasty headache tear through her senses, as though something was trying to tell her not to trust this woman. But why? She seemed to have all the answers Void was looking for, and as much as she hated to admit it, the idea of being lost in a world that was probably going to lash out at her for daring to lash out first because the idea of being anger and hatred incarnate just sounded right to her for some reason... it just made her want to hate herself for seeming so weak and easy to take advantage of to begin with. She managed to fight off the stinging pain and shot one more glare at the cloaked figure.
Void: Why should Void trust you?
Angel: You have a point... I'm just as much a stranger to you as anybody else, and you have no reason to trust me. However, deep down I believe you know that trying to blindly go through this world as you are now is only going to make things worse. I give you my word that I will keep you on the right path and allow you to wreak whatever havoc you like, so long as you're willing to listen to me to make sure we both get what we want out of this little arrangement. I promise... you will know exactly who you are and what you're capable of if you stick with me.
Something still didn't sound right about this, and Void could almost feel a migraine coming on that just infuriated her for reasons unknown, but the idea of being weak and pushed around did not sit well with her at all. If that's who she used to be, then maybe this Angel was on to something in offering to make sure that would no longer be an issue. As much as she felt like something was beginning to slip away from her the more the headache seemed to worsen, she had to remember sealing this deal as she firmly grasped the hooded woman's hand and let out a growl of approval, pledging herself to whatever cause Angel would guide her towards achieving.
Scarlet spat out a sigh, growing more and more frustrated that her best efforts of trying to remember what had happened were getting her nowhere. Something about that particular gap was bothering her for reasons she really wanted to know, and it was keeping her from being able to focus on finishing her task at hand.
She looked down at her almost naked body and the shredded dress at her feet, then glanced over to the fractured remains of the camera that would record no more. She closed her eyes and massaged her temple as she felt the familiar headache creeping in slowly but surely. She knew the dress could be replaced, and she had several cameras just in case she had one of her tantrums, but there just didn't seem like a point anymore. Even if she filmed herself like this without caring if SCW got in trouble for it or not, it was impossible for her to put in any effort to trying to address Selena Frost, not because she was afraid of the woman or actually respected her, but because the more holes that appeared in her memory meant the more concerned she needed to be about whatever was going on in regards to those. She had a bad feeling about all of it, and the only thing that she seemingly could focus on was hoping she could figure out what was going on sooner rather than later.
After all, she was going to need her mind working at 100% if she was going to claim SCW in the name of her Red Empire, even if said empire was just her.
As our scene opens, everything just feels right when our eyes first spy Scarlet Grey. Maybe that's because of the elegant dress she's wearing, as form fitting as a second skin and making her curves stand out in all the right ways, not to mention the low cut that immediately draws your eyes to her bountiful cleavage. A confident smirk is on her face as she slowly and sensually walks along a red carpet towards the camera, briefly glancing back to the throne near the back of the room before her eyes fully lock in on us as she strikes a sexy pose.
Grey: Gaze upon me, true believers, and worship your true queen! No need for the snow and cold when all you need is the heat of the Red Empire's chosen goddess to melt away such silly ramblings about what SCW needs to be or how... or...
Scarlet slowly trails off, blinking in confusion as something seems to be weighing on her mind. She shakes it off and looks down at her body for a moment before silently cursing to herself. Knowing the camera's still rolling and planning to simply do the necessary editing later, she decides to change gears, putting her hands on her hips and giving her best glare into the camera.
Grey: Do you know what annoys me the most about you Selena? Its this belief that you always have to get your way just because you're the “face” of SCW. You shove it down everybody's throats so often I'm surprised Disney hasn't... come... damn it!
Scarlet wildly turns her back to the camera, and while we can appreciate the curve of her ample ass against the dress, it's painfully clear this isn't part of the redhead's plan. She takes a moment to try and compose herself, taking a few deep breaths and gently rubbing her forehead. After a moment, she seems collected and turns back to face the camera again, not caring if she doesn't look angry or sexy or anything.
Grey: Listen Selena, I...
She trails off again, finding her thoughts leaving her for reasons we can't begin to understand. With a yell of frustration as she throws her hands into the air, she quickly approaches the camera, and before we know it, the scene has cut to black.
*****
The camera is shut off, and Scarlet just stares at it, almost as though she's in a trance. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she tears the camera from its stand and violently whips it across the room, watching it bounce along the floor as piece after piece breaks off. No doubt anything that was stored on it was now long gone and would never be seen by anyone, and that thought only made Scarlet angrier. However, she just shook her head and spat out a sigh before leaning against the wall.
Grey: All that work... gone. And yet, none of it felt right to me. No matter what I try to say, no matter how much I start getting into tearing winter-obsessed snowflake to shreds, I can't focus on actually meaning any of it. Why!? It's not that hard to hate the most self-absorbed bitch out of the entire gallery of “heroes” in SCW, and yet I don't seem to have a clue as to how I verbally maul her!
Scarlet slammed her fist against the wall, ignoring the pain that briefly shot through her hand once she remembered most of the walls of her little mansion/castle were made of metal. She looked down at herself, and while she could easily admit the dress was sexy enough to accomplish its task, it wasn't fixing the fact that something just plain felt off to her. Almost as if she was acting on instinct, she grabbed the dress and tore it from her body shred by shred, leaving her standing there in nothing but a red g-string. Even being in her most natural and “sexiest” appearance didn't seem to change how she felt, and she glanced at the remains of the dress with remorse.
Grey: I can't get into this like I used to... I want to, I know I can tear into anybody in SCW and prepare myself to make them bow before me, but something just feels like its missing.
Her eyes slowly glanced up at the lights, as though they would somehow give her all the answers she was looking for. Truth be told, she had been feeling off ever since she'd been released from the hospital, and while she'd passed all of SCW's tests with flying colors to be able to return, she still felt like there was an unexplainable issue no matter how much she would claim otherwise. Almost out of nowhere, she would get nasty migraines that ffelt like someone was hammering away at a drum inside her skull. She could swear she would hear the angriest, most primal voice accompany them, but she could never make out any words through all the pounding. Often times these would be accompanied by sudden blackouts, and sometimes those came out of the blue without warning. All she would remember is waking up with a giant gap in her memory, just like how she couldn't truly recall even to herself how or why she was hospitalized to begin with.
She wanted to be thankful that she hadn't had an incident like that while on SCW's time, but suddenly having holes in her memory was a terrifying thought.
It'd be one thing if she had simply gotten wasted and passed out somewhere, or woke up after a wild night in someone else's bed trying to slowly recall her latest sexual conquest, but this didn't leave her with the same feeling so she knew that wasn't the case. The more she tried to film this promo so she could spit whatever fire was necessary to melt the “snow queen” and every irritating thing she had to say in that voice that grated on her nerves so much, it was virtually impossible to focus on the best way to actually do just that when her mind was too preoccupied with trying to fill in the latest blank in her memory. The last thing she could recall was getting ready for a night out to try and clear her head, maybe bag some hot girl or guy to have a fun time with, then make sure the dress she'd just destroyed would be ready to have her curves stuffed back into it to do what she needed to do. After that, her memory just jumped to her waking up this morning on the couch, having never changed at all and no sign of anyone that would've come back with her for a good time like she'd planned.
The only thing she knew for sure about whatever was missing from her memory was that something vague from whatever had happened felt like it would make her skin crawl, making her wish more and more that she knew what the hell had actually happened last night.
*****
She had no idea why she was entertaining this to begin with.
To be fair, there were a lot of questions she knew needed to be answered, and the longer she went without those answers, the more it pissed her off.
If this was how she needed to get them, then she'd play along, but only if she got what she wanted.
That was why she found herself bothering with the note she'd found taped to the door of the mansion she felt belonged to her, yet couldn't quite place why she suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar mansion of all places. That was why she was following the directions of making her way to a dark forest on the outskirts of town, which in and of itself had taken quite a while to find given that she was at a loss for where she was even at to begin with. As much as everything felt familiar, it felt just as foreign, and that only made her want to start tearing apart the first person that crossed her path. But, at the request of the note, she restrained herself, at least until she began wandering through the woods. To most people, being out here at night might seem like they were walking straight into a horror movie scene and would run off scared out of their minds, but if this was some sort of prank along those lines this woman planned to skin their face and turn it into a Halloween decoration.
Void: Alright, Void's here! If this is some sort of prank, your blood will be on Void's hands and Void will enjoy every last second of it!
The deranged woman looked around, seeing nothing but trees and darkness everywhere she turned. A low, animalistic growl escaped from her throat as she grew more and more agitated by the second as nothing seemed to happen. The note had been specifically addressed to Void, and that's who she was. She didn't care that when she looked in the mirror she saw the face of someone that seemed familiar yet infuriating and unknown all at the same time, because she knew exactly who she was and she knew what she was going to do if she didn't get what she came here for.
???: Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise? I didn't think you'd actually show... assuming you are who you say you are.
Void violently whipped around, and the first thing that greeted her angry gaze that wasn't a part of nature was the hooded cloak of a woman, being so black in color it nearly blended in with the shadows around them. This woman was familiar... Void knew she'd seen her somewhere before, and after a minute of searching through her brain and trying to piece together the infuriatingly distorted puzzle that her mind seemed to be, she at last recalled a memory, perhaps the only memory that stood out clearly to her.
Void: You! You're that woman who laughed at Void when Void threatened to tear your face off!
“Angel”: Excellent, you're exactly who I was hoping to see, and it's nice that you remember me.
The moment the cloaked figure had finished her sentence, Void blindly lunged at her. Despite her best efforts, however, the woman effortlessly danced around her persistent pursuit, playing on Void's aggression and using it to wear her out. With one opening, in particular, she managed to slip behind the savage and trip her up, taking her to the ground before slipping something on over her face. The moment her weight was no longer present, Void sprang to her feet and started trying to pull the mask off, but she slowly stopped when she found the mysterious woman holding up a hand mirror. Any desire to simply smash it and continue trying to break this woman in half slowly disappeared as Void almost seemed transfixed by the black and white mask that hid the face that caused her so much confusion and frustration.
Void: Void... feels right.
“Angel”: I was hoping you would like it. I gathered that someone like you would feel more comfortable not being able to see an unfamiliar face, even if it is your own. You can embrace who you are without needing to hate yourself over your appearance or trying to fill in the blanks about any of it. That's what I'm here for... as I promised, it's a later point in time and I'm here to work out a few details with you.
Void extended her hand, clearly wanting the mirror, and the woman allowed her to take it without resistance. She continued to stare at her reflection, the face hidden behind the mask with the hypnotic design... while she could still feel hatred burning within herself, an unusual sense of calm began to overtake it. Her gaze slowly moved past the mirror and onto the woman who stared at her from beneath her veil, eyes narrowing into a look that suggested she was finally open to talking, but there would be consequences if she didn't get what she was promised.
Void: What do you know about Void that Void doesn't know? Who the hell are you?
“Angel”: You can consider me a guardian angel, of sorts, though you can call me Angel if that makes it easier on you.
Void: Void doesn't need a guardian angel.
Angel: Oh, I feel you'll change your tune when you realize how much I can help you. You may not be able to recall it too well, but I've been trying to help someone for a very long time... someone with a deep connection to you. The problem is that... well, they didn't appreciate what I had to offer them, and as a result, they continued along a downward spiral until everything they had tried so hard to gain was taken from them. No friends, no glory... it was all gone.
Void simply snarled at what sounded like a melodramatic tale to her.
Angel: The more that person lost everything, the angrier they became. They tried to do away with that anger, fearing that it would only cause them further harm, but such anger isn't eliminated so easily. Oh no, dear Void... that anger is meant to be unleashed, weaponized against everyone who thought that person was too weak to be able to make anything of themselves. Those that thought such anger was worth mocking because it made them “weak” and “predictable” deserve to pay... provided they are willing to accept a little help to avoid proving them right.
Void rolled her eyes at all of this, feeling like she was simply being jerked in circles and not getting what she came out here for. And yet, something in her mind seemed to trigger at hearing these words. Memories that she could vaguely recall, but was struggling to truly piece it all together, like trying to drag a clear picture out from the static when something simply isn't meant to be played anymore. There was something there that felt like it was lending truth to the words of this “angel”, and only one explanation seemed to make sense as a light bulb went off over Void's head.
Void: Am... is Void that woman?
Angel: I'm afraid so. It may seem a bit foggy right now, but the human mind is prone to desperately closing itself off to anything that has caused it great harm. You were once under such distress, being afraid of what you truly are, but now you are free to be the monster you were always meant to be. No one will stand in your way of taking everything that has always rightfully belonged to you... and all I ask is that you trust me to help lead you there.
Angel held out her hand, and Void just stared at it for a moment before her eyes slowly turned back to the mirror, and the mask she now wore. For a brief moment, her hand moved to her head as she felt a nasty headache tear through her senses, as though something was trying to tell her not to trust this woman. But why? She seemed to have all the answers Void was looking for, and as much as she hated to admit it, the idea of being lost in a world that was probably going to lash out at her for daring to lash out first because the idea of being anger and hatred incarnate just sounded right to her for some reason... it just made her want to hate herself for seeming so weak and easy to take advantage of to begin with. She managed to fight off the stinging pain and shot one more glare at the cloaked figure.
Void: Why should Void trust you?
Angel: You have a point... I'm just as much a stranger to you as anybody else, and you have no reason to trust me. However, deep down I believe you know that trying to blindly go through this world as you are now is only going to make things worse. I give you my word that I will keep you on the right path and allow you to wreak whatever havoc you like, so long as you're willing to listen to me to make sure we both get what we want out of this little arrangement. I promise... you will know exactly who you are and what you're capable of if you stick with me.
Something still didn't sound right about this, and Void could almost feel a migraine coming on that just infuriated her for reasons unknown, but the idea of being weak and pushed around did not sit well with her at all. If that's who she used to be, then maybe this Angel was on to something in offering to make sure that would no longer be an issue. As much as she felt like something was beginning to slip away from her the more the headache seemed to worsen, she had to remember sealing this deal as she firmly grasped the hooded woman's hand and let out a growl of approval, pledging herself to whatever cause Angel would guide her towards achieving.
*****
Scarlet spat out a sigh, growing more and more frustrated that her best efforts of trying to remember what had happened were getting her nowhere. Something about that particular gap was bothering her for reasons she really wanted to know, and it was keeping her from being able to focus on finishing her task at hand.
She looked down at her almost naked body and the shredded dress at her feet, then glanced over to the fractured remains of the camera that would record no more. She closed her eyes and massaged her temple as she felt the familiar headache creeping in slowly but surely. She knew the dress could be replaced, and she had several cameras just in case she had one of her tantrums, but there just didn't seem like a point anymore. Even if she filmed herself like this without caring if SCW got in trouble for it or not, it was impossible for her to put in any effort to trying to address Selena Frost, not because she was afraid of the woman or actually respected her, but because the more holes that appeared in her memory meant the more concerned she needed to be about whatever was going on in regards to those. She had a bad feeling about all of it, and the only thing that she seemingly could focus on was hoping she could figure out what was going on sooner rather than later.
After all, she was going to need her mind working at 100% if she was going to claim SCW in the name of her Red Empire, even if said empire was just her.