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[ First thing: a curious face peering in. Good morning, Nuadoria. Say hello to an up close and personal view of curious eyes, blinking, studying. Bewildered by this newfangled contraption, but at the same time, so very fascinated and entertained. It's not everyday a man like him sees something like this in his lifetime, after all. What could it be? It's definitely something of western origin, that much he is sure of, but these buttons, and the screen itself-what is their purpose? What does it really do?
It seems like he's determined to find out, because after shaking the device a bit, and a few rattles, the feed goes completely dead. (Whoops.) ]
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[ The next time it comes alive, several minutes have already passed. He's still as amused as ever - perhaps, even more so now. He runs fingers through his hair and sighs, almost in a resigned manner, but the smile on his face says otherwise. If you take a closer look, there might be a few gashes on the corner of the screen, as if someone had tried to chip away at it in an attempt to pry it off. ]
Oya, oya-what's this? A polite child said I could use this to talk, but what if I don't want to? It's like talking to empty space, and I haven't gone mad yet. [ Just a beat. ] But, that doesn't matter so much now, does it?
[ Something seems to have caught his eye, because he's out of the camera's view in the following seconds. You don't see much of anything else for a while. ]
So, what should I say? I could tell you all about how a plum is a plum, but that would only be interesting to one person, maybe two-and neither of them are here. [ Here's another pause, but it's longer this time, just a bit quieter. ] Maybe that's for the best, I think. This place is already looking to be such a bore.
[ He reaches for the device again and focuses it on himself, giving a glimpse of everything around him. It's a gorgeous day, but something in Okita's eyes doesn't seem to reflect the current weather even as he continues to smile. To be in a place like this, of course it isn't going to sit well with him. He was supposed to be dead, after all.
But, if this is what the afterlife is going to be like, then he might as well go along with it- ]
I guess for most of you, something like this is a part of your lifestyle by now, isn't it? I wonder how you got used to it.
It seems like he's determined to find out, because after shaking the device a bit, and a few rattles, the feed goes completely dead. (Whoops.) ]
...
[ The next time it comes alive, several minutes have already passed. He's still as amused as ever - perhaps, even more so now. He runs fingers through his hair and sighs, almost in a resigned manner, but the smile on his face says otherwise. If you take a closer look, there might be a few gashes on the corner of the screen, as if someone had tried to chip away at it in an attempt to pry it off. ]
Oya, oya-what's this? A polite child said I could use this to talk, but what if I don't want to? It's like talking to empty space, and I haven't gone mad yet. [ Just a beat. ] But, that doesn't matter so much now, does it?
[ Something seems to have caught his eye, because he's out of the camera's view in the following seconds. You don't see much of anything else for a while. ]
So, what should I say? I could tell you all about how a plum is a plum, but that would only be interesting to one person, maybe two-and neither of them are here. [ Here's another pause, but it's longer this time, just a bit quieter. ] Maybe that's for the best, I think. This place is already looking to be such a bore.
[ He reaches for the device again and focuses it on himself, giving a glimpse of everything around him. It's a gorgeous day, but something in Okita's eyes doesn't seem to reflect the current weather even as he continues to smile. To be in a place like this, of course it isn't going to sit well with him. He was supposed to be dead, after all.
But, if this is what the afterlife is going to be like, then he might as well go along with it- ]
I guess for most of you, something like this is a part of your lifestyle by now, isn't it? I wonder how you got used to it.