03 - Video (accidental)
[The Forge is on the ground, it looks like it's been there for a while and the feed starts with it hitting a steel wall. It is dark, the area enshrouded with the mist. What can be seen - very vaguely - is someone's boot.
Someone is talking to someone. Or rather what appears to be someone when there is no reply coming.]
It's done, Shinigami-sama.
[A pause. The tone is all business like.]
Yes. She has responded but has given no information to the .... q-questioning.
[The pause is pregnant this time, like he's listening to something even.]
No, Shinigami-sama. A kishin is no daughter of mine.
[The voice is tight, cold, professional. There is another pause.]
I will take care of it.
[The silence is heavier now, like the conversation has ended. It remains so until the sound of someone hitting the ground is heard and red hair comes to view instead of the boot. Still vague, still not as visible because of the mist. Spirit's forehead is pressing against the street pavement and he's shaking with grief. It's the grief that claims a man when he has done unspeakable things to his child. It's the silent sound a man makes when he has done unspeakable things to someone precious in the line of duty.
The hiss that follows, it is the sound of madness.
The Forge is picked up and if one looked closely, there is a fleeting image of Spirit's manic face and anger, not friendly, not all-smiles and flirty jokes. He is beyond livid that it falls under madness. There are footsteps, quick strides from the sound patterns. The screen goes black and there is a rustle of fabric against the screen and speakers. The feed ends.]
Someone is talking to someone. Or rather what appears to be someone when there is no reply coming.]
It's done, Shinigami-sama.
[A pause. The tone is all business like.]
Yes. She has responded but has given no information to the .... q-questioning.
[The pause is pregnant this time, like he's listening to something even.]
No, Shinigami-sama. A kishin is no daughter of mine.
[The voice is tight, cold, professional. There is another pause.]
I will take care of it.
[The silence is heavier now, like the conversation has ended. It remains so until the sound of someone hitting the ground is heard and red hair comes to view instead of the boot. Still vague, still not as visible because of the mist. Spirit's forehead is pressing against the street pavement and he's shaking with grief. It's the grief that claims a man when he has done unspeakable things to his child. It's the silent sound a man makes when he has done unspeakable things to someone precious in the line of duty.
The hiss that follows, it is the sound of madness.
The Forge is picked up and if one looked closely, there is a fleeting image of Spirit's manic face and anger, not friendly, not all-smiles and flirty jokes. He is beyond livid that it falls under madness. There are footsteps, quick strides from the sound patterns. The screen goes black and there is a rustle of fabric against the screen and speakers. The feed ends.]