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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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[Rotting is something fleshy corpses do! Not robots. He hasn't been worried about his missing hand, assuming he could either find it again or get Alphys to make him a new one (in hopes that his body would accept it after all of these changes), but Shinjiro makes a good point that he's clearly overlooked. He's part Puca now, and that means...]
Shit. —I mean. Would... putting it in the fridge keep it from rotting? Please.
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[He clearly shouldn't have volunteered to gather up and take out the Mirrorbounds possessions, especially if it means having to handle the limbs of some kind of flesh-robot.]
I mean. If it's gonna, it'd slow it down. Would it hurt any of the metal bits?
[A pause.] I dunno if you can reattach a hand if its gone that long disconnected, but if you're made of metal I dunno the rules.
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[NOW he sounds tired. This is all too complicated, and now he has to worry about reattaching his hand? And decay? Certainly, when the Rathmores chose to use him as an example of a Mirrorbound abomination, they picked only the best. He sighs, moving on from his confusion onto business.]
The cold should be fine for the metal. That would be just fine, darling. I'll... see what I can do about reattaching it. I have a friend here who was responsible for the creation of my body. She should have the best luck working on me... Probably.
[Probably, because... She certainly has a reputation with organic creatures! Oh well. At least he knows she's seen things more fucked up than this, probably.]
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Good point. I don't think it's possible for any of it to make sense.
[But hey, as he talks, he may as well just... put the hand in the fridge.]
It doesn't smell or look off, if that helps. I mean. Looks weird as hell, but I figure that's part of the whole transforming thing.
So what were you? Robot?
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[He expels a short laugh.]
Knowing that might explain a lot of things. If it resemble my other one... My hand wasn't in the greatest shape, torture notwithstanding. That would be because I'm a Puca. I'm allergic! What tragedy.
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[wow shinji thats rude as fuck. anyway.
Puca... he has to think on that for a second. He... honestly hadn't looked into monsters other than what he'd been fairly certain he was turning into. But the comment about 'allergic' tips him off.]
Oh, right... they suck with metal. [Well. Iron.] Damn, thats gotta be rough. They got any sort of medicine thats helped you out?
[does magic benadryl exist. We just don't know.]
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Well, yes and no. It's in the works, by my orders. Before the... kidnapping happened, I was getting some help in collecting some ingredients for an alchemical enchantment. It's to eliminate any Monster's weakness to iron, or even silver. I consider it well under way! I should really market it...
[Magic benadryl will exist soon. ...MTT-Brand Monster Benadryl. God, let's hope not.]
Anyway. At least in having sought a cure, even if your robotic friend were to show... As a Puca, or a Fae. She wouldn't have to endure this.
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Least there's that. You think you're gonna stay half and half, or you gonna be all flesh and blood eventually? But yeah, if it works well, people'll probably like that. I'm sure you'd have people wanting to buy it.
Yeah, we'll see. People from home don't really got a habit of sticking around.
[He doesn't sound too bothered by it, though.]
Anyway, where should I take this hand to?
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[If his dreams are any indication. Nobody needed that expansion.]
Where do you frequent, Shinjiro-darling? I can swing by... [He's been healed well enough that he can get around easily enough. As if some PAIN and INJURY would stop him.] If it's close enough. You've already done plenty in recovering it at all.