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[The network device goes flying across an eerily lit room to, along with a lot of glass bottles, some suspicious looking chemicals, chunks of what look like ice, a small table, and... is that November 11... ?
They all land in a heap, and what comes in to view from the skewed device lens is the click of low heels, bare legs- another eerie glow that is a shinigami's kidou forming. Nemu's voice is not loud, not a wrath induced shout- but it's dangerous, and far from her usual tone.]
I believe I told you never to disturb me in the middle of a delicate experiment.
[Some broken vials crunch as the man who'd gone flying earlier stands up, and ice begins to slowly spread over the network lens, beginning to crack it, the video dying, with one last audible line.]
Shall we try another experiment?
They all land in a heap, and what comes in to view from the skewed device lens is the click of low heels, bare legs- another eerie glow that is a shinigami's kidou forming. Nemu's voice is not loud, not a wrath induced shout- but it's dangerous, and far from her usual tone.]
I believe I told you never to disturb me in the middle of a delicate experiment.
[Some broken vials crunch as the man who'd gone flying earlier stands up, and ice begins to slowly spread over the network lens, beginning to crack it, the video dying, with one last audible line.]
Shall we try another experiment?