4 || [audio] backdated to August 1st

[incriminating]

[Adachi's communicator clicks on for the first time in a few days. Hey brats, did you miss him? There's the sound of languid footfalls for a few minutes as he makes his way through the village and then silence. His even breathing is all the audio feed picks up, until -- ]

Knock, knock.

[His voice curls around that one word, his tone feather-light

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[Voice]

[tapferkeit]

You were lost?

[Voice]

[incriminating]

Lost? No.

Well, maybe.

Either way, I'm back on the right track now, haha!

[Voice]

[tapferkeit]

I think I know the feeling.

Do you need a hand?

[Voice]

[incriminating]

Nah, I think I've got it, heh.

Tohru Adachi. I don't think I know you.

[video]

[theeyeoftruth]

[That one visible eyebrow is arched just a little, his gaze watchful.

There's something like a ripple in Adachi's tone, something that runs deeper than a simple tremour in tone. It's well swallowed up in that audible smile, but Sheik catches it - hidden things are oft the domain of the Sheikah, after all.

There's something to be seen here, and so he hopes to look.]

That's interesting...

I wonder, my lord, have you been wandering far?

[video]

[incriminating]

[Adachi usually prefers to reserve the video option for those he enjoys toying with, namely the brats, but the lilt in this youth's voice, that one red eye -- well, Adachi's interest has been piqued, to say the least. Normally, he would protest such a title, but tonight Adachi relishes in it, contents himself with the simple power that accompanies "my lord."]

Hmm, not far. Just long. I found what I was looking for though, heh.

Nice getup, kid.

[video]

[theeyeoftruth]

[And there it is. He can see that there's something else lingering just beneath and around the form of Adachi - like he's a poorly fitting mask for something else. The ripple in his voice is a ripple manifest around him, something like a heat haze of blood red and lightless black.

He responds with a languidity that does not betray his keenness, but it's there regardless, a sharpness in his gaze that he does not try to hide.]

Cultural.

[He leans back a little, must have propped up the camera, because there's a pause and then he shifts, and then the top of a lyre can be seen and there's music, inobtrusive and lilting.]

What were you seeking, may I ask?

[video]

[incriminating]

[There's something striking in this kid's piercing gaze that painfully reminds Adachi of Dojima-san, watching him over the rim of his coffee mug. The detective smiles bitterly at the camera and then glances away, but that doesn't mean that Sheik isn't being watched.]

Aha, that must be an interesting culture then.

[Adachi eyes the lyre and cocks an eyebrow, but says nothing. The music is pleasing.]

Heh, I was looking for...

[Answers? An escape? A new game?]

I was searching for myself.