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[video]
[Kuukaku is sitting with her back against a tree, panting hard, head tilted down so that her hair, mussed with debris and caked with mud, covers her face.
However, what she can't hide is the deep gash across her upper chest, seeping blood down her chest and soaking into her shirt. Around her arms, there seems to be chains wound tightly into the flesh, the links will probably leave imprints of bruises later on. She's holding her shoulder awkwardly, the way it drops indicating its dislocated. Scratches, blood, grass, and the smear of discharged gunpowder is all over Kuukaku.]
Haa...haa...
Abarai...Renji? I...found...
[A drop of blood is visible dripping from her face. Her voice is rattling and hoarse. Pause. Pant.]
...Kensei. He's okay...
[Another pause, the camera moves as she uses her good hand to swipe at her face. In the movement, there's a flash of the deep cut on her face, starting somewhere in her hair and going in a straight line down the right side of her face to her jaw, barely missing her eye. A hiss of pain before she sets the camera back into focus again.]
Kinda. Past the 80th. Woods. South. Don't keep your thumb up your ass too long, okay?
[video]
[Kuukaku is sitting with her back against a tree, panting hard, head tilted down so that her hair, mussed with debris and caked with mud, covers her face.
However, what she can't hide is the deep gash across her upper chest, seeping blood down her chest and soaking into her shirt. Around her arms, there seems to be chains wound tightly into the flesh, the links will probably leave imprints of bruises later on. She's holding her shoulder awkwardly, the way it drops indicating its dislocated. Scratches, blood, grass, and the smear of discharged gunpowder is all over Kuukaku.]
Haa...haa...
Abarai...Renji? I...found...
[A drop of blood is visible dripping from her face. Her voice is rattling and hoarse. Pause. Pant.]
...Kensei. He's okay...
[Another pause, the camera moves as she uses her good hand to swipe at her face. In the movement, there's a flash of the deep cut on her face, starting somewhere in her hair and going in a straight line down the right side of her face to her jaw, barely missing her eye. A hiss of pain before she sets the camera back into focus again.]
Kinda. Past the 80th. Woods. South. Don't keep your thumb up your ass too long, okay?