Extermination 012 // Video
[Filtered from Naraku]
[The feed flicks on. Sango is on-screen, full-facing, meeting the camera's gaze unflinching. In the background is the Wall, so she's definitely outdoors, though what she's doing exactly remains unclear. For once, Kirara isn't with her. She opens her mouth to speak.]
I--
[--but she pauses. Carefully. Calculatedly. Listens. There's a buzzing, the slow, quiet drone of something not quite like a bee, but similar. Her face turns grim for a moment, grim and cold and smooth, her eyes flicking to something off-screen. Still holding the PCD in one hand, she uses her other to unsling the giant boomerang that's always strapped to her torso. With her free arm, she whirls it once above her head by the handle, then lets it fly--off the side, where the something is being carefully kept from the view of the PCD.]
[The buzzing stops, abruptly.]
[She mutters something like not now, catches the giant boomerang with one hand and hangs it on herself again, almost like nothing happened. No, she's not going to address the Saimyosho to the PCD, though perhaps she should. That move was as much a message to Naraku as it was a precaution against him.]
[She clears her throat, addresses the PCD again, her expression carefully smooth.]
Those of you who've died here. If you don't mind talking about it--what did you lose?
[The feed flicks on. Sango is on-screen, full-facing, meeting the camera's gaze unflinching. In the background is the Wall, so she's definitely outdoors, though what she's doing exactly remains unclear. For once, Kirara isn't with her. She opens her mouth to speak.]
I--
[--but she pauses. Carefully. Calculatedly. Listens. There's a buzzing, the slow, quiet drone of something not quite like a bee, but similar. Her face turns grim for a moment, grim and cold and smooth, her eyes flicking to something off-screen. Still holding the PCD in one hand, she uses her other to unsling the giant boomerang that's always strapped to her torso. With her free arm, she whirls it once above her head by the handle, then lets it fly--off the side, where the something is being carefully kept from the view of the PCD.]
[The buzzing stops, abruptly.]
[She mutters something like not now, catches the giant boomerang with one hand and hangs it on herself again, almost like nothing happened. No, she's not going to address the Saimyosho to the PCD, though perhaps she should. That move was as much a message to Naraku as it was a precaution against him.]
[She clears her throat, addresses the PCD again, her expression carefully smooth.]
Those of you who've died here. If you don't mind talking about it--what did you lose?