UNDERTAKING: 6 ⤧ but i'm not gonna part the seas; you're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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[ the first thing the camera hones in on is an off-center NO SMOKING sign tacked cleanly to the wall. and, in seeming callous disreguard, when the camera shifts ... Genkaku himself is, indeed, lit up with a joint hanging loosely on his lips, reclined back in one of those too-fluffy doctor's chairs. his surroundings are obvious to anyone who has visited the hospital wings of the ship. ]
Gotta say, I've been a busy bee this month. Takin' a mission an' all my other little side projects ... it's enough to just make ya fuckin' exhausted, yeah?
[ he exhales, obscuring the red sign over his shoulder with smoke for a moment. but, ah, his relaxed composure seems to straight more when he sets up, swinging the guide around and setting it on the table nearby. ]
I was sure I was gonna have more problems with this. Y'know with the whole ... [ camera glance.
... and a sly smile; ] "Murderer" thing.
[ and then the coyness is gone and he's back to work, pressing buttons on a nearby machine that whirs and hums at him, speaking even as he types (he is, after all, ever the showman). ] But, see, this ship's got all kinds'a nifty things. Disregard for criminal pasts is probably on the top of the list for A Super Monk's Favorite Said Nifty Things, but ... didja know they did a preliminary health scan of most refugees? And do a follow-up if you're hospitalized for any reason.
[ the machine gives a final BEEP, and the monk looks satisfied, taking up the guide once again. he displays the screen, its neat writing (the bullet's neat noses pointedcockedready): ]
ARAGAKI SHINJIRO
DOB: _ _ 08/11/91 || 19 YRS OLD
H&W: _ _ 177CM (5FT9.6IN) || 200LBS (90.7KG)
THOR ARRIVAL: _ _ 08/9/xx STARYEAR
ILLNESS: _ _ UNKNOWN
SYMPTOMS: _ _ BILE & BLOOD-INDUCED COUGH, MUCUS DISCHARGE,
DETERIORATION OF INTERNAL ORGANS, WEAKENED BODILY FUNCTIONS,
IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT, CHRONIC PAIN, SPORADIC FEVER, RECURRING FATIGUE
CONDITION: _ _ APPROACHING CRITICAL
ESTIMATED LIFESPAN: _ _ 8 MONTHS (APPROX. NOVEMBER OF CURRENT xx STARYEAR)
[ having given the "audience" enough time to read and process the information, Genkaku pulls the guide's view away and leans back in his chair, and smiles that same, awful smile that leaves his red eyes looking glazed. ]
November? Shit, kid, even I thought ya had longer'n that. I'll be sure to save ya a vigil.
[ and the feed snaps off. ]
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[►TEXTtransmission;privateHIBANA|DAIDA]
yo.
you still in hiding ? wanna crash w/ me ?
[endTEXTtransmission◄]
[ the first thing the camera hones in on is an off-center NO SMOKING sign tacked cleanly to the wall. and, in seeming callous disreguard, when the camera shifts ... Genkaku himself is, indeed, lit up with a joint hanging loosely on his lips, reclined back in one of those too-fluffy doctor's chairs. his surroundings are obvious to anyone who has visited the hospital wings of the ship. ]
Gotta say, I've been a busy bee this month. Takin' a mission an' all my other little side projects ... it's enough to just make ya fuckin' exhausted, yeah?
[ he exhales, obscuring the red sign over his shoulder with smoke for a moment. but, ah, his relaxed composure seems to straight more when he sets up, swinging the guide around and setting it on the table nearby. ]
I was sure I was gonna have more problems with this. Y'know with the whole ... [ camera glance.
... and a sly smile; ] "Murderer" thing.
[ and then the coyness is gone and he's back to work, pressing buttons on a nearby machine that whirs and hums at him, speaking even as he types (he is, after all, ever the showman). ] But, see, this ship's got all kinds'a nifty things. Disregard for criminal pasts is probably on the top of the list for A Super Monk's Favorite Said Nifty Things, but ... didja know they did a preliminary health scan of most refugees? And do a follow-up if you're hospitalized for any reason.
[ the machine gives a final BEEP, and the monk looks satisfied, taking up the guide once again. he displays the screen, its neat writing (the bullet's neat noses pointedcockedready): ]
ARAGAKI SHINJIRO
DOB: _ _ 08/11/91 || 19 YRS OLD
H&W: _ _ 177CM (5FT9.6IN) || 200LBS (90.7KG)
THOR ARRIVAL: _ _ 08/9/xx STARYEAR
ILLNESS: _ _ UNKNOWN
SYMPTOMS: _ _ BILE & BLOOD-INDUCED COUGH, MUCUS DISCHARGE,
DETERIORATION OF INTERNAL ORGANS, WEAKENED BODILY FUNCTIONS,
IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT, CHRONIC PAIN, SPORADIC FEVER, RECURRING FATIGUE
CONDITION: _ _ APPROACHING CRITICAL
ESTIMATED LIFESPAN: _ _ 8 MONTHS (APPROX. NOVEMBER OF CURRENT xx STARYEAR)
[ having given the "audience" enough time to read and process the information, Genkaku pulls the guide's view away and leans back in his chair, and smiles that same, awful smile that leaves his red eyes looking glazed. ]
November? Shit, kid, even I thought ya had longer'n that. I'll be sure to save ya a vigil.
[ and the feed snaps off. ]
[endVIDEOtransmission◄]
[►TEXTtransmission;privateHIBANA|DAIDA]
yo.
you still in hiding ? wanna crash w/ me ?
[endTEXTtransmission◄]