[The feed randomly kicks on--how or why? Who knows. The City likes playing tricks, we'll leave it at that--and picks up on one very angry Kamiya Kaoru, cradling a stuffed badger protectively and screaming at one hapless rurouni a few feet in front of her.]

HOW CAN YOU HOLD OUR BABY SO CARELESSLY LIKE THAT!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! ARE YOU ( Read more... )

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Shimatta...

[ooc; free-for-all! Only thing I don't want mentioned is Enishi's death doll, otherwise have at him! duplicates are fine if there are any pffft!]

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Alright...

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Alright...

What did you do this time, Himura...?

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[Have a tapping sound, probably his sword on the ground as he thinks.]

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Mou... no matter what it was, I'm pretty sure it didn't involve a tea shop...

[More tapping.]

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[And that age-old tone of the husband who is about to be couched ( Read more... )

[Clunking and clattering as he's... apparently trying to handle the communicator and having a hard time.]

Mou... the thing pops on of its own accord half the time... why is it when he tries to use it he can't get it to work ( Read more... )

[Stops whatever he's doing at work, to turn and... have a very serious conversation with one of the... shelves...]

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Though he can’t say he has enjoyed this, your skills are truly admirable.

But Shishio, if you speak of time, it ran out for hitokiri’s like you and this one long ago.

[Pauses... listening to "Shishio" speak.]It ended the ( Read more... )

[A small scuffle is heard--rustling fabric, the clinking of a sheathed sword, a choked off gasp--and a slight crack. The rustling continues, including some choked off sounds before a quiet, venomous voice comes out.]

Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.

[ooc; aaaaaaaaaaand we have 'when we were dumb'. Kenshin is in the ( Read more... )

[From off in a corner somewhere.] Mou... he doesn't even know how this is staying on ( Read more... )

[Some fumbling sounds, followed by muttering.]

Na-nani...?

[A very distinctive, irritated... and maybe slightly more feminine, growl]

Not... this... AGAIN...[A bit more fumbling, and 'he' finds the computer ( Read more... )

[Significant fumbling sounds, as well as apparent random clicking of keys.]

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[Some mostly unintelligible muttering, but phrases similar to "what did they say?", "how did this work?", "Western foolery", "demon box", and "telegraph" could possible be made out if anyone is ( Read more... )

[There is the sound of someone protesting in the background, but the mic doesn't pick the voice up clearly (oh, I don't know, maybe because someone threw the computer at a carousel horse!!)]

If there is anyone out there able to heal broken bones, this unworthy one--or rather [pauses a fraction of a second as his mind really tries to grasp the ( Read more... )