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[Well hello there, Death City network! Why yes, yes that is part of Heine's face you can see. Well, if you've seen him around it's pretty obvious who it is even in part, if not it's just part of someone's considerably pale face, a strikingly red eye and a few wisps of pure white hair. Aside from that, the lens is covered by a hand since he seems to be adjusting it. In the background of the feed there's a lackadaisical, supremely unworried voice.
What're you doin'?
When Heine steps back the shot is of part of a hallway, the top of a stairwell, and a red-headed guy wearing an eye patch who's clearly ignoring the NO SMOKING sign nearby. Some may well recognise it as the Casualty Communal, but which floor is anyone's guess from this shot. Heine straightens then, glancing around before shoving his hands into his pockets.
The two of them just stand there for a little while. Badou smokes. Finally Heine speaks.]
So. There's a bunch'a theories going around about how you find out if you're a Weapon or a Meister. Wanna find out which you are?
[Badou takes a drag off his smoke and an unhurried exhale, still completely unsuspecting.] Hm? Oh, sure, I guess.
[Heine nods toward the stairs.] Look down there.
[Yeahhh, some people may already know the punch line of this one.
Badou looks. And Heine plants a unceremonious boot right into Badou's backside.
The red-head's arms windmill comically for about three seconds as he teeters, trying desperately to maintain his balance. And then he topples head over feet, arms akimbo, in a blur of hair and flying cigarette and limbs and no few colourful expletives.]
Oh! Ah! Ow! Shit! Goddamn! Son-of-a--! Ow! That'll leave a mark! Ah!
[And then, all of a sudden, there is a cacophonous BOOM! with an attendant flurry of brilliant flashes: lights and sparkles and smoke, as though someone just dropped a lit match into a fireworks factory. Simultaneously, Heine jumps back, arms flailing and his head ducking down, trying to avoid the eruption of pyrotechnics from the stairwell. This flailing is accompanied with a particular half-exclamation before something flies into the lens of the PDA and the feed goes dead.]
FU--!!
What're you doin'?
When Heine steps back the shot is of part of a hallway, the top of a stairwell, and a red-headed guy wearing an eye patch who's clearly ignoring the NO SMOKING sign nearby. Some may well recognise it as the Casualty Communal, but which floor is anyone's guess from this shot. Heine straightens then, glancing around before shoving his hands into his pockets.
The two of them just stand there for a little while. Badou smokes. Finally Heine speaks.]
So. There's a bunch'a theories going around about how you find out if you're a Weapon or a Meister. Wanna find out which you are?
[Badou takes a drag off his smoke and an unhurried exhale, still completely unsuspecting.] Hm? Oh, sure, I guess.
[Heine nods toward the stairs.] Look down there.
[Yeahhh, some people may already know the punch line of this one.
Badou looks. And Heine plants a unceremonious boot right into Badou's backside.
The red-head's arms windmill comically for about three seconds as he teeters, trying desperately to maintain his balance. And then he topples head over feet, arms akimbo, in a blur of hair and flying cigarette and limbs and no few colourful expletives.]
Oh! Ah! Ow! Shit! Goddamn! Son-of-a--! Ow! That'll leave a mark! Ah!
[And then, all of a sudden, there is a cacophonous BOOM! with an attendant flurry of brilliant flashes: lights and sparkles and smoke, as though someone just dropped a lit match into a fireworks factory. Simultaneously, Heine jumps back, arms flailing and his head ducking down, trying to avoid the eruption of pyrotechnics from the stairwell. This flailing is accompanied with a particular half-exclamation before something flies into the lens of the PDA and the feed goes dead.]
FU--!!