[Kohaku's basic emotion is annoyance. But this morning he had been panicking. If there was one thing nobody was allowed to mess with, it was his violin. If there was one object that meant the world to him it was this. Even his guns were replacable. Everything was. But this thing... the thing he lost his first kind of 'home' for. Kohaku needed it. 
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[Well, the device is turned on as Kohaku is randomly kicking something against it. He's not happy. Which is probably really bad, because there's lots of tiny black rain-clouds over his head and ... it's really raining. His hair is soaking wet.
Apparently he's already been raging for a little while.]

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[For the pleasure of you rich, noble people, here's this young man playing the violin all for your entertainment. The entire area around Kohaku is filled with the beautiful sweet sound of his songs. If anybody has been searching for a dance, here's the music for it.]

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Just... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE?

[Only a dead Kohaku(clone) is in the view. Headshot. At least one of the shots. Obviously he was not the one shouting, since he's pretty clearly dead. My, my, those were a lot of bullets until he finally decided to die... The other Kohaku (the real one, I mean) comes into view, kneeling down to ( Read more... )