[Accidental audio]
[There's an empty silence for a moment, the only sounds being the rustling of clothing, before breaths can be heard again. Haruko's voice can be heard quietly, sounding devoid of its usual taunting tone, calm and content.]
Takkun, it's time to get what I want but I need your help, 'kay?
HYA! ALRIGHT!
[Haruko's thrown something into the air (probably a piece of furniture), and with a resounding bass tone, slams her Gibson EB-0 into it, smacking it clear through her room's window.]
LUNCHTIME~!
[This is followed by a long pause, as if Haruko has stopped to watch the results of her actions, or is listening to an inaudible conversation. She responds to the unspoken words in a completely different tone, bordering on mad (or far past it).]
I said I don't care about any of that! I just want Atomsk, that's all! I don't care what happens to this planet! They'll have to learn to think smooth, I guess. Heh~.
[There's another pause, then Haruko's voice picks up again, sounding rapt with anticipation]
There he is! ... Huh-?
[There's the clinking of metal, the sound of the handcuff-ish item around Haruko's wrist jingling. It's followed by a growl, full of seething anger.]
Grrr! Takkun! You can't do that! THAT POWER'S MINE!
[There's a VERY loud crash, then the transmission cuts off. Anyone in the Hellsing group or anyone in their building is free to notice. Since the
events that are replaying in Haruko's mind put her in a pretty unstable place, restraint would be advisable, if even possible. Unless otherwise authorized, damages are limited to her room.]