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[video] January 29, evening
Mar. 1st, 2012 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
megitsune[The video comes on to a kimono-clad lady who seems to be mid-tirade, hiding in a back alley. She doesn't know how to aim a camera at her face so you get to see her upside down, mostly a chest shot.]
--if I'm not checking the knitting of the bones and nerves he may lose use of his hand. Ken-san, his body is still recovering from fighting that Shishio Makoto! He nearly died and he needs treatment still! Not to mention, I have patients in Tokyo who are waiting for me to return. Furuhashi-san’s baby won’t deliver itself, and she is a first-time mother. Dr. Gensai will need my help.
Are you even listening? [She smacks the mirror with her hand a few times for good measure, frowning angrily.] I went on your "tour" and I don't care what you want me to do. I've had enough of this. You spoiled little "Death God" boy, and all of you brightly-colored-hair devils, you stop playing around with people’s lives. Human beings are not your pawns to control. Return me to that train right now.
[She huffs imperiously and pushes buttons. She thinks she has turned the mirror off, but has actually simply pressed the wrong button. Now she moves off-camera and is muttering to herself in worry and panic.]
Tch. What am I to do...? This can’t possibly be real--
--if I'm not checking the knitting of the bones and nerves he may lose use of his hand. Ken-san, his body is still recovering from fighting that Shishio Makoto! He nearly died and he needs treatment still! Not to mention, I have patients in Tokyo who are waiting for me to return. Furuhashi-san’s baby won’t deliver itself, and she is a first-time mother. Dr. Gensai will need my help.
Are you even listening? [She smacks the mirror with her hand a few times for good measure, frowning angrily.] I went on your "tour" and I don't care what you want me to do. I've had enough of this. You spoiled little "Death God" boy, and all of you brightly-colored-hair devils, you stop playing around with people’s lives. Human beings are not your pawns to control. Return me to that train right now.
[She huffs imperiously and pushes buttons. She thinks she has turned the mirror off, but has actually simply pressed the wrong button. Now she moves off-camera and is muttering to herself in worry and panic.]
Tch. What am I to do...? This can’t possibly be real--
