Report 055 - [Accidental Voice]

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[At first, the post is quiet, the sounds of Adstring at night evident on the feed, but as one listens longer, heavy breathing can be distinguished, as if from a distance, intermixed with some moaning and a shuffling of feet.  Next, a louder sound of metal sliding on metal, followed by a click, is heard, and anyone who knows firearms will

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[Just watching for a moment, putting two and two together with reasonable ease.]

[video]

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Who was that, Mademoiselle?

[voice]

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[She doesn't trust to put herself on video just yet.]

...Luca Trulyworth.

[voice]

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[He switches to voice. It doesn't matter much to him.]

Noted. I'll write her down.

[Voice]

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[No video for you, she's not quite up to it yet.]

I know.

[Voice]

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No. Someone is here, but thank you.

[Video] ... One of them finally has an excuse to talk to Riza, and it's because of death. Of course.

[reflectivedawn]

[A long, long silence. And then:]

Who was that?

[Voice] Naturally~

[arrayed_back]

[Sorry person she doesn't know, she's not going to play with video.]

...Luca.

[Voice]

[reflectivedawn]

[Sorry person he equally doesn't know, it's his default.

But he switches to voice because God. Fucking. Damn. It. Are his healing powers really that fucking useless?]

I told her to be careful.

[Voice]

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As did I.

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[mere_shopkeeper]

[Hello Riza, guess who's walking towards you. Here's a hint, the clicking of getas.]

[Offline]

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[She hears those geta, but it's as if her world is in a haze, dull and unimportant. She focuses on her task of cleaning up the body as best as she can, her hands already bloody.]

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[mere_shopkeeper]

[He crouches down next to her with a quiet 'Let me', holding out a wet towel for her to wipe her hands clean with before he cleans up the mess himself. With gloves. It was always best to be careful with mutations.

The bundle of cloth he brought with him gets rolled out next to Luca's body before he carefully carries her over onto it, wrapping the fabric over the discolored face.]

The clinic?

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[Slowly, she accepts the towel and halfheartedly wipes her hands. She's more focused on watching Urahara work, making sure he does everything right.

She should be the one doing this, she was the one who killed Luca. This is her responsibility.

But she kneels there and doesn't have the heart to interrupt him. Until he covers Luca's face, that is.]

Don't...she'll suffocate when she comes back.

[As to whether or not they should take her to the clinic or not, Riza wants to say no, wants to keep her at home, but she also knows she won't be able to offer any kind of comforts she'll need. Reluctantly, she nods.]

[Video]

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[Sokka doesn't know you, but his concerned face appears anyway.] Are you okay?

[Voice]

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[She doesn't know you, either, and doesn't trust herself on video right now.]

...Yes, thank you.

[Voice]

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If you don't have anywhere safe to go, or you need some help, you can send me a message. My name's Sokka.

[Voice]

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Than you, Sokka, but I'll be fine.