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[ text ]
Hello . . . ?|
[ there's a burst of white noise as the Forge's setting is abruptly switched from text to audio, but the man behind the transmission doesn't seem to be entirely satisfied with the output format. he mumbles to himself as he investigates further, some bits and phrases more audible than others -'should take care not to lose it' and 'easier to navigate than the Great Spirit Library, by far' - but no sound is more predominant than the careful tap of fingers against buttons until: ]
This is quite a remarkable little thing, isn't it? Very much akin to a Denreishinki in nature -
[ though he cuts himself off by setting the feed to video, he appears to be sufficiently pleased with himself, the focal point of the camera set on a pair of warm brown eyes and the soft edges of a smile. ]
Whoever took the burden of healing my injuries upon themselves, you have my deepest gratitude. When I am able, I fully intend to repay your kindness. [ those with a keen eye will be able to spot traces of matted blood still clinging to the long, white fall of Juushirou's hair, though it's likely he hasn't yet noticed it himself. consider it a testament to those aforementioned 'injuries'. ]
The hospitality here too, is certainly gracious. And as opening a Senkaimon has proven to be an impossibility, I do suppose I am in need of it.
[ a moment passes, and his lips press into a thin line; the expression he adopts is one of severity. there are a handful of Shinigami here, perhaps comrades of his own, and it is likely there are even more than that. he should be wary, he thinks, of the reiryoku he cannot readily sense. ]
Should this broadcast reach the eyes and ears of any Shinigami of the Gotei 13, I ask to be relayed the coordinates of your location, and request to hold an immediate debriefing of the events concerning Karakura To- [ this time around, what interrupts Juushirou's speech isn't another change of media, but a sudden bout of coughing which, thankfully, passes as swiftly as it arrives. ]
Ah, forgive me. Even the air itself seems to be different here; heavier, in a way... [ silence. then, with a wave of his hand, he dismisses the matter entirely, his pleasant demeanor returning with ease. ]
Perhaps I could also ask to be directed toward the nearest tearoom...? I'll admit, it happens to be a particular vice of mine.
[ he smiles, though it is worn, and bows his head in thanks before cutting the video feed. ]
Hello . . . ?|
[ there's a burst of white noise as the Forge's setting is abruptly switched from text to audio, but the man behind the transmission doesn't seem to be entirely satisfied with the output format. he mumbles to himself as he investigates further, some bits and phrases more audible than others -'should take care not to lose it' and 'easier to navigate than the Great Spirit Library, by far' - but no sound is more predominant than the careful tap of fingers against buttons until: ]
This is quite a remarkable little thing, isn't it? Very much akin to a Denreishinki in nature -
[ though he cuts himself off by setting the feed to video, he appears to be sufficiently pleased with himself, the focal point of the camera set on a pair of warm brown eyes and the soft edges of a smile. ]
Whoever took the burden of healing my injuries upon themselves, you have my deepest gratitude. When I am able, I fully intend to repay your kindness. [ those with a keen eye will be able to spot traces of matted blood still clinging to the long, white fall of Juushirou's hair, though it's likely he hasn't yet noticed it himself. consider it a testament to those aforementioned 'injuries'. ]
The hospitality here too, is certainly gracious. And as opening a Senkaimon has proven to be an impossibility, I do suppose I am in need of it.
[ a moment passes, and his lips press into a thin line; the expression he adopts is one of severity. there are a handful of Shinigami here, perhaps comrades of his own, and it is likely there are even more than that. he should be wary, he thinks, of the reiryoku he cannot readily sense. ]
Should this broadcast reach the eyes and ears of any Shinigami of the Gotei 13, I ask to be relayed the coordinates of your location, and request to hold an immediate debriefing of the events concerning Karakura To- [ this time around, what interrupts Juushirou's speech isn't another change of media, but a sudden bout of coughing which, thankfully, passes as swiftly as it arrives. ]
Ah, forgive me. Even the air itself seems to be different here; heavier, in a way... [ silence. then, with a wave of his hand, he dismisses the matter entirely, his pleasant demeanor returning with ease. ]
Perhaps I could also ask to be directed toward the nearest tearoom...? I'll admit, it happens to be a particular vice of mine.
[ he smiles, though it is worn, and bows his head in thanks before cutting the video feed. ]