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jikan_network2023-02-11 09:27 pm
wingsofamonster) wrote in jikan_network2023-02-11 09:27 pm
[Video] un: honoranddreams
[Before the feed starts up a dishevelled man drops down upon the bottom steps of a shrine to catch his breath. They'd attempted to explain matters to Angeal, which was all well and good, if he had been able to fully focus on what he was being told.
Now he sat. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over the metal case he'd been offered.
A communication device.
Time to reach out and touch somebody.
He flicked the device open and spent a minute or two looking over the buttons before he hit what he thought was the right one, and was pleased to see the screen light up. Angeal was pleased. Though his expression remained as grave as ever.]
Is this Heaven? Or Hell?
[A look around and a sound crackled, a heavy sigh that didn't translate well over the grainy image.]
Or something else...? [A pause. And then...] I am Angeal Hewley. And I don't belong here.
[He was supposed to be dead, after all. Now he could feel the cold stone of the stair under the seat of his pants. Could feel the cold breeze ruffling his hair, it tickled his cheek. A dead man shouldn't have been able to feel these things.
Angeal was very confused.]
Now he sat. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over the metal case he'd been offered.
A communication device.
Time to reach out and touch somebody.
He flicked the device open and spent a minute or two looking over the buttons before he hit what he thought was the right one, and was pleased to see the screen light up. Angeal was pleased. Though his expression remained as grave as ever.]
Is this Heaven? Or Hell?
[A look around and a sound crackled, a heavy sigh that didn't translate well over the grainy image.]
Or something else...? [A pause. And then...] I am Angeal Hewley. And I don't belong here.
[He was supposed to be dead, after all. Now he could feel the cold stone of the stair under the seat of his pants. Could feel the cold breeze ruffling his hair, it tickled his cheek. A dead man shouldn't have been able to feel these things.
Angeal was very confused.]
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How he manages to get his key out and unlock the door in one try is anyone's guess, but he shoves it open and let's Angeal in first. It's nothing extravagant - just a two bedroom place, lived in and maybe a little messy, but it wasn't like that was on his mind as he was rushing out the door.
It's when they're finally inside and the door shuts behind him that he kind of falters, because pretend casualness is one thing, but this is - ]
I, uh. I have tea? Or coffee.