*11; Video
[The camera turns on, a blur of the grayish room before it fixes on the bed a rather strange object laying upon it.
A thick withed blade, completely rusted. The hilt was less than the blade, but more tarnished than anything. And the handle itself, down to the bare metal. Its covering, once covered in a brilliant red woven cloth, practically tattered and worn off.]
Awhile ago a sword was found, much like the one that was known to be mine, and someone decided to bring it home. It's been approximately, … two weeks since that day.
[The camera veered off to the side toward an empty shelf as the corners of the bed were shifted. In a few moments the view was back on the bed and on something completely different than before. The tarnished hilt was gone, the handle left something to be desired but the blade itself was like a mirror. It was extremely easy to tell it was Angeal who was holding the communicator.]
Granted, it still needs to be finished on the other side, and the handle needs to be covered again, not to add sharpened... this is my sword now. [A gloved hand swept over the surface and squeaked from the leather.] I'm afraid I'll need more polish before I start the other side however. [A hearty chuckle.]
[**Private to the Police Force | Unhackable; voice]
I'm sure there is some sort of regulation to make a visit to the holding cells. What does it involve? - I should mention I have the intent of bringing a harmless, nonhazardous, item with me to the captive.
A thick withed blade, completely rusted. The hilt was less than the blade, but more tarnished than anything. And the handle itself, down to the bare metal. Its covering, once covered in a brilliant red woven cloth, practically tattered and worn off.]
Awhile ago a sword was found, much like the one that was known to be mine, and someone decided to bring it home. It's been approximately, … two weeks since that day.
[The camera veered off to the side toward an empty shelf as the corners of the bed were shifted. In a few moments the view was back on the bed and on something completely different than before. The tarnished hilt was gone, the handle left something to be desired but the blade itself was like a mirror. It was extremely easy to tell it was Angeal who was holding the communicator.]
Granted, it still needs to be finished on the other side, and the handle needs to be covered again, not to add sharpened... this is my sword now. [A gloved hand swept over the surface and squeaked from the leather.] I'm afraid I'll need more polish before I start the other side however. [A hearty chuckle.]
[**Private to the Police Force | Unhackable; voice]
I'm sure there is some sort of regulation to make a visit to the holding cells. What does it involve? - I should mention I have the intent of bringing a harmless, nonhazardous, item with me to the captive.