consultation 007 // [accidental video]

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 - shut it off, I told you to shut it off, shut it off!!

[Tonegawa's hand yanks back from where it flailed out at the laptop, clenched to knuckles threatening to burst through skin, and the glimpse of his face in profile is twisted with fear and horror and loathing; his eyes are fixed on some far point in the general direction of the door, but what

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[video]

[flowerofthesand]

[Have a somewhat scared and very concerned princess trying to reach you. If she knew where you were at the moment, she'd already be on her way to you right now. Because that's what she does.]

Mr. Tonegawa! Sir! Are you all right? Please respond!

[video]

[12second_orz]

[Ah- now there's a face he hadn't expected to see at all, much less looking nearly so concerned. The feed catches the tail end of an awkward cough as he addresses her.]

There's nothing to be concerned about, Vivi. Whatever it was seems to have passed for now. [He hopes.]

[video]

[flowerofthesand]

[Nope, not believing you. Not after all that yelling.]

That didn't sound like nothing. And you're still pale. Is someone there with you? Where are you?

[video]

[12second_orz]

You don't give up, do you? [He sighs, but instead of simply turning the feed off he gestures to his surroundings.] I'm at work. A few of my collectors are here should something happen again. Satisfied?

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[stoicloyalty]

[ Out of all the population of the Port, her boss- calm, collected and business-minded- is one of the last people she would expect to give into this kind of folly. Not out of a sense of faith in him. He simply had never shown her any other side to him than his professionalism

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[12second_orz]

- eyes out!

[In the office, Tonegawa himself is planted behind the desk, legs positioned almost as though he were walking on a tight rope. His face is pale and waxy, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably with tension and anxiety, and his eyes dart back and forth between the floor and some distance past the walls.

Two other men- men Chane would recognise as co-workers- stand back by the door, hovering uncertainly before their boss. They seem unsure as to what to do or say- it's patently obvious to them that smacking some sense into him is out of the question if they value their job security, but what else can they do?]

Now get me the hell off of this thing! [Tonegawa flings out an arm in furious expression.] Before I fall! Because if I die, if I die...!

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[stoicloyalty]

[ In entering she finds herself nearly side-by-side with her co-workers, who earn from her not even a nod of acknowledgement as her gaze locks onto Tonegawa.

The sight is incredible. Not enough to put her off-guard, but she requires a moment to take it in before forming any plans of action. Having never seen a tightrope-walker perform before, Tonegawa's erratic, uncontrolled movements seem surreal to her, even moreso from outside whatever delusion he is plunged into. The one thing she knows in his routine is his reluctance to listen to reason outside this realm of his.

Only then does she turn slightly to look at his men, sharing a brief gaze loaded with confusion and hesitation on their part, blank observation on hers. Well. If they are too worried to even approach him in this state, she thinks, she will take the appropriate actions in their stead. Chane steps forward up to the front of his desk, gaze steady, just as calmly as she walked to the office, knife still sheathed and held low at her side. It would not do to draw her boss's

[12second_orz]

[In the distance, past his own delusions, Tonegawa can just about hear the echo of voices- subordinates, hovering as though in the wings, and for a moment he realises that he's probably making a fucking spectacle of himself. For a moment. Then another gust of wind catches him off guard and he wobbles, and his focus is switched right back to the situation at hand, the one with potentially mortal consequences.

His voice cracks again and he flinches.]

God-fucking-damn it!

[The small part of him still aware of his real surroundings registers Chane moving in his peripheral vision, but for the most part the world around him swims in shadows and bathes in floodlights that do little more than mark his dark, narrow path along the beam, unable to penetrate the fall below. His eyes seem to focus on her briefly, but then he's already gone, willing himself to stay balanced, stay upright.]