[The feed flicks on. Tonegawa is at home in his office and as close to casual as one could possibly get with him so publically. He’s jacketless, for one thing, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a large gold wristwatch and with his tie loosened just a little, enough to reveal that his topmost shirt button is undone. In one hand he holds the ( Read more... )

 - shut it off, I told you to shut it off, shut it off!!

[Tonegawa's hand yanks back from where it flailed out at the laptop, clenched to knuckles threatening to burst through skin, and the glimpse of his face in profile is twisted with fear and horror and loathing; his eyes are fixed on some far point in the general direction of the door, but what ( Read more... )

[The audio feed is mostly clear, though anyone listening closely would likely hear the faint sound of traffic- Tonegawa’s probably in his office.]

Are you gambling men, Siren’s Port? Poker, dice, roulette… or even the stocks, if you want to stretch it. There’s very little one can do that doesn’t invoke the basic equation of risk and profit, yes, ( Read more... )

[The feed is partially obscured by discarded ties and at an odd angle where the NV’s been pushed aside but it’s easy enough to work out that it’s outside a row of changing room cubicles. Waiting by one of them is Tonegawa, who is tapping his foot impatiently and frowning.]

I know you're done in there, Kaiji.

[He raps his fingers threateningly ( Read more... )

[The feed opens onto yet another new set-up; a spotlessly tidy office, with Tonegawa looking very much at home sat at a tidy desk. There’s an easy elegance to the utility of it all that he can’t help but appreciate. It’s a damn sight better than working in a fucking hotel, that’s for sure.]

Everything in its rightful place- including me. Well. ( Read more... )

[ Tonegawa’s sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up and a glass of bourbon on the rocks, smiling to himself. Apparently all of his hard work has been paying off lately; the apartment behind him is neater and looks relatively more upmarket than the last, and even his suit has had an update from grey to greyish-tan. If one was to listen ( Read more... )

[The feed switches on to reveal a hotel room, where two men are standing in front of the laptop- Tonegawa and another man in a suit, the latter with his back to the screen but nonetheless radiating uncertainty. Tonegawa, meanwhile, is perfectly at ease, almost arrogantly so- he’s smiling with all the confidence of a man who’s just drawn a royal ( Read more... )

[The first thing to appear on screen is a black gloved hand- leather, the discerning eye might note, like driving gloves- as Tonegawa adjusts the tilt of the laptop and camera before sitting down in front of the computer and peering hard at the screen. Appraising, as though the screen were a mirror.

Which it is, for now. The apartment is decidedly ( Read more... )

[The man that appears on screen has the look of someone desperately attempting to look fresh and ready for action whilst actually being in desperate need of a coffee, relaxing whale songs and an extra twelve hours or so of sleep. He's sitting perfectly straight at the table, eyes fixed straight on the camera and wearing a prize smirk, but anyone ( Read more... )