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[This here is a view of the sky. That's right. The sky. And that alone may perhaps already tell you a lot about the situation: that the device is left unattended on the concrete floors of the City and its owner not aware of its presence.
Fortunately, there is not just the picture going on here, but also sound -- however faint. There's the shuffling of feet, evidently clad in something rough (straw sandals, as it were); there's the faint clack of wood against a hard surface. And there's the voice of a girl, murmuring to herself.]
You've really outdone yourself now, Rin...
[She's sounding a bit overwhelmed altogether. And very disbelieving.]
Must be a dream. Right? Must be. No way this is real.
[Finally, the sound of skin smacking on skin: an enthusiastic facepalm.]
Wake up already. You've got a banished guy to track. Last chance you've got. Get a grip!
[A pause in which you hear nothing but the sounds of the City going its usual ways. Then a good bit of shuffling and fabric-rustling, and then there is part an actual face to be seen on the video.]
Oh, what's that?
[Hi there, fingers way too up close.
At last, a click and the feed cuts off.]
Fortunately, there is not just the picture going on here, but also sound -- however faint. There's the shuffling of feet, evidently clad in something rough (straw sandals, as it were); there's the faint clack of wood against a hard surface. And there's the voice of a girl, murmuring to herself.]
You've really outdone yourself now, Rin...
[She's sounding a bit overwhelmed altogether. And very disbelieving.]
Must be a dream. Right? Must be. No way this is real.
[Finally, the sound of skin smacking on skin: an enthusiastic facepalm.]
Wake up already. You've got a banished guy to track. Last chance you've got. Get a grip!
[A pause in which you hear nothing but the sounds of the City going its usual ways. Then a good bit of shuffling and fabric-rustling, and then there is part an actual face to be seen on the video.]
Oh, what's that?
[Hi there, fingers way too up close.
At last, a click and the feed cuts off.]