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002. | un: aragaki
Name: Shinjiro Aragaki
Date: Ieneuer 23rd
Format: Video
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[Hello, Aefenglom! Much like the rest of the mirrorbound, Shinjiro looks exhausted. It has been a rough couple days, especially for people who were far worse off. Regardless, the video starts in his kitchen, which was thankfully untouched by Louis's previous arson. He lifts a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes (complete with crazy rectangular pupils,) before starting.]
Hey. This probably ain't the most important, with everything that's gone down, but I figured I'd let people know I found a bunch of shit while we were raiding the place. If any of it belongs to you, lemme know. You can come pick it up, or I'll bring it out, whichever.
[While he's speaking there's an excited bark from off camera, but he shushes the dog and continues, reaching out to pick up the watch and shift the camera's perspective. Laid out on the table is an assortment of things! And he starts with poorly centering the video on some small glass containers with various oily-looking liquids in them.]
Uh... someone's potions or booze or whatever. I didn't open 'em up to smell them.
[A shift and-- yep there is definitely a straight up hand (robotic, thankfully) laid out on the table, fingers half-curled, next to someone's Watch.]
I guess whoever lost the watch can't see this, so hopefully they know someone who can tell 'em where it is. I ain't about to go nailing up found posters. Good luck putting the hand back on, too, I guess.
[Another bark from off camera, and there's a rocky shift in the camera with clear movement, followed by a sharp 'thunk' across the room. It may be confusing, or people may be able to work out that he just crouched down to grab something and throw it for the dog to fetch. This post is definitely not up for a cinematography Oscar. Anyway, the next in a row is something that almost looked like a santa hat, with less fluff and fur trim-- it might be recognizable as a pajama nightcap. After that is a large guitar.]
You guys were carrying some weird shit when they took you, you know. Anyway, if no one claims the guitar I'll give it to Elliot or something. I think he collects instruments. And-
[Oh, Louis's leg is there, too. This asshole forgot to give it to him.] --Ah, shit.
[Another bark, and the camera finally pans down to show a small, albino Shiba Inu! Koromaru is happily wagging his tail and holding what looks to be a long bone in his mouth- a tibia, likely, with tufts of fur attached to it. It has definitely been gnawed on.] Calm down, I'll play with you in a second-
[Annnd that's it, that's the feed. This hot mess of an unplanned post is why he usually just uses text, obviously.]
Date: Ieneuer 23rd
Format: Video
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[Hello, Aefenglom! Much like the rest of the mirrorbound, Shinjiro looks exhausted. It has been a rough couple days, especially for people who were far worse off. Regardless, the video starts in his kitchen, which was thankfully untouched by Louis's previous arson. He lifts a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes (complete with crazy rectangular pupils,) before starting.]
Hey. This probably ain't the most important, with everything that's gone down, but I figured I'd let people know I found a bunch of shit while we were raiding the place. If any of it belongs to you, lemme know. You can come pick it up, or I'll bring it out, whichever.
[While he's speaking there's an excited bark from off camera, but he shushes the dog and continues, reaching out to pick up the watch and shift the camera's perspective. Laid out on the table is an assortment of things! And he starts with poorly centering the video on some small glass containers with various oily-looking liquids in them.]
Uh... someone's potions or booze or whatever. I didn't open 'em up to smell them.
[A shift and-- yep there is definitely a straight up hand (robotic, thankfully) laid out on the table, fingers half-curled, next to someone's Watch.]
I guess whoever lost the watch can't see this, so hopefully they know someone who can tell 'em where it is. I ain't about to go nailing up found posters. Good luck putting the hand back on, too, I guess.
[Another bark from off camera, and there's a rocky shift in the camera with clear movement, followed by a sharp 'thunk' across the room. It may be confusing, or people may be able to work out that he just crouched down to grab something and throw it for the dog to fetch. This post is definitely not up for a cinematography Oscar. Anyway, the next in a row is something that almost looked like a santa hat, with less fluff and fur trim-- it might be recognizable as a pajama nightcap. After that is a large guitar.]
You guys were carrying some weird shit when they took you, you know. Anyway, if no one claims the guitar I'll give it to Elliot or something. I think he collects instruments. And-
[Oh, Louis's leg is there, too. This asshole forgot to give it to him.] --Ah, shit.
[Another bark, and the camera finally pans down to show a small, albino Shiba Inu! Koromaru is happily wagging his tail and holding what looks to be a long bone in his mouth- a tibia, likely, with tufts of fur attached to it. It has definitely been gnawed on.] Calm down, I'll play with you in a second-
[Annnd that's it, that's the feed. This hot mess of an unplanned post is why he usually just uses text, obviously.]
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[ Well, to begin with. From what he heard in the dungeons, while a lot of the aristocrats helped, they weren't expecting the mirrorbound being tortured in the basement. Just... Sent home. Stupid, but more in line with what he could see the majority taking a gamble to have happen. ]
Ah... It's a little too late for me on that. I've started developing a reputation in both cities, before I finished transforming. Even then, it's a little obvious I'm not native.
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[Things can absolutely always be worse. Which isn't as much of an optimistic sentiment as it might appear at first.]
That sucks. Guess you just gotta own it, then. What makes it obvious for you?
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[ With spite, he's got talking back to people and refusing to give them the pained sounds they want. Until it was literally impossible to hold back in some cases, but hey. Everyone's got a limit, right? ]
There's some features I've got that don't show up for the type of monster I am. You'll be able to guess later on.
[ Just turn this into a game to distract him. Though it'd be easier to see that it's the red eyes. Deer faun don't get those. ]
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