002. | un: aragaki

[hoboagogo]

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.]

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[rightfoot]

[ There's an amused grin. He could imagine himself doing it all over again if he were here. If that was what he needed to do in order to get something done, he would. Louis doesn't mind the idea of playing a little dirty. ]

Man, I should have gotten some tattoos when I ran yakuza back at home. I missed out on a big chance. Though I'm not sure what I'd get when I can make the choice. Yakuza for justice, I guess.

[ Amused. He seems like he's considering it - and in part, he honestly is. He can get things done when he doesn't hold himself back or restrict himself to just the laws of the land. All he cares about is improvements. ]

Revenge... I know. I want it because I know while I can deal with what went on in there, there are others who cannot. Many others.

[hoboagogo]

The lion-gang, right? [That air of amusement never seems to fade, and even as his talk, those long, furry ears flicker forward slightly in interest as he asks about it. As an idea hits, his smirk grows a bit wider.] I mean, lions make for pretty cool art. Or you could just get a big backpiece with a lion skin covered in hoofprints.

[which would work if 1. it wasn't subtle as a brick and 2. louis, or any deer in his world, actually had hooves. Oh well.

But there's only so long they can avoid talking about the real problem, and he's quiet for a moment after Louis speaks.]

I mean... whether they can or can't, you all got to. It happened. [It's a bit quieter and point-blank. Whether they could deal with it because it had happened before, or whether they were shattered, they were all still alive. It had happened, it was fact. There was no changing that.]

I don't think wanting revenge is ever about others, though. There ain't anything noble about it. You want revenge because they did something wrong and you got a strong sense of justice. Doesn't matter if everyone could handle it or not.

[rightfoot]

Yeah. Them. I'd probably get something for them. They were important to me. [ Louis would almost say he misses them as much as he misses Legosi. Sometimes even more. He misses Ibuki because he knows when he gets home, he'll be gone. But Ibuki - he was almost like a father to him. He helped him more than Louis was sure he understood. Differently than his own father had. ] Are important to me.

[ The correction comes easily. ]

Justice is a nice way of saying it, and maybe you're right. [ Shrugs ] I've seen people like that before. Those who keep people who don't deserve it locked away, waiting for their turn to finally die and be devoured or just murdered. [ His attempts to distance this from himself have failed pretty horribly. ]

They don't stop until they're made to stop. So unless we cut off the head, we'll be dealing with this long term.

I want them to die because I know they'll be back if they don't die.