Eighth Blade | Accidental Video | Forward-dated to the morning of the 13th

[swordsinside]

[The feed clicks on with a loud "clunk" and a cry of pain. The video shakes and rolls before it settles, the PCD landing near Rin's feet and the camera tilted towards the ceiling, with Shura just barely in the frame. Before the device has even stopped rocking, a sheathed katana flies out of the tattoo on Shura's chest and bangs Rin in the head.]

Ow

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[dualizes]

( To be quite honest, he's sort of wondering if he should go back upstairs and go back to sleep. He's clearly not awake enough for this. )

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[swordsinside]

Go make me tea for my stomach.

[No nickname or anything. Yeah, someone's feeling ill.]

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[dualizes]

( Cue surprise, but it only lasts a moment. ) Ah, sure.

( He turns, heading back upstairs and returning sometime later with one of their more decent mugs and holding it out for her before finding a place nearby to sit and clearly think about, well... what just happened. )

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[swordsinside]

Thanks♥

[She takes the drink with clear relief, waiting for it to cool some before sipping at it.]

It ain't even a Sunday, I'm surprised.

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[dualizes]

And we usually have a week off before they do something else. I guess simply causing the failures with the filters wasn't enough, now there causing failures of a more personal type.

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[swordsinside]

It ain't like I ever use those filters anyways... [Only partially true, but that's not the point. Shura sighs, and jerks her thumb towards Rin. She's sure Yukio will notice the lack of certain appendages.]

I think this is more than just "failure".

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[dualizes]

( Yukio will give his brother a small glance, brows knitting together for a moment. )

It's simply an easy way of putting it. ( He pushes himself up at that, now trying to gather everything scattered across the area. )

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[swordsinside]

[She doesn't move, but watches him as he does.]

You don't feel any different?

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[dualizes]

( Picking up the coat, he pauses and letting himself think the question over. )

No, I feel exactly as I always do.

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[swordsinside]

Good. [She looks clearly relieved.] Last thing I need is you two switching around on me again...

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[dualizes]

You and me both. ( The last thing he wanted to experience all of that again. He'll continue gathering things, setting them down neatly near her before eyeing the sword lodged in the wall. )

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[swordsinside]

[She sees him eyeing her sword, and with great reluctance hauls herself to her feet.]

Leave it. That's my job.

[She walks over and pulls it from the wall, scowling at the damage done- not to the house, but her blade.]

Gonna have to find a friggin' whetstone, spend the rest of the day working out these dents...

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[dualizes]

( He just nods and steps back to allow her room, watching quietly with a careful tilt of his head. There's a faint hit of amusement at her words. )

Good luck trying to find one.

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[swordsinside]

[Huffffffffff. Don't think she doesn't hear that.]

I'll put a post up later. [Maybe. She may just raid the mall on her own.] In the meantime I gotta find a sheathe...

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[dualizes]

( Good. He wasn't trying to hide it. )

How are you feeling though?

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[swordsinside]

[Jerk :|]

Fine, it ain't anything to worry about. The tea's doin' it's job.