Cough 071 - [Accidental video]
[The PCD turns on, showing Ukitake outside of his home, a bandanna tied around his face to protect his nose and mouth and his hair pulled back. He's sweeping, ash and other lighter debris swirling up where he works. More than once he has to turn away to keep it from getting into his eyes. But it's only in the near distance that he has to do this. There is a defined line where the destruction meets grass, as if a boundary had been made and held throughout the entire ordeal. And that's exactly what had happened.
Ukitake sweeps a little more, pausing every now and then to move some bigger pieces of debris out of the way. Then he finally stops and surveys his work before walking back toward the house, where he sees the PCD recording.
He doesn't greet the feed with a smile like he usually does, but he doesn't look terribly sad, either. He's just tired, dark shadows under his eyes making this evident, along with the blankness of his expression.
Pulling the bandanna down to reveal his face (and his "tan line" from the ash), he addresses the network.]
Where else can I help?
[There are no words of advice, no condemnations, just that question.]
Ukitake sweeps a little more, pausing every now and then to move some bigger pieces of debris out of the way. Then he finally stops and surveys his work before walking back toward the house, where he sees the PCD recording.
He doesn't greet the feed with a smile like he usually does, but he doesn't look terribly sad, either. He's just tired, dark shadows under his eyes making this evident, along with the blankness of his expression.
Pulling the bandanna down to reveal his face (and his "tan line" from the ash), he addresses the network.]
Where else can I help?
[There are no words of advice, no condemnations, just that question.]