009 | Voice ---> Video

[onemoredeath]

It's fading. A dream set in stone is not as strong as a dream in mists, both will fade under the careless hands of nature and time. Here it seems I have grown too confined in my solitude. It is hard to remember the sounds and force the letters together.

I should step outside.

But endless streets lay ahead outside, hollow, empty, without any true purpose. I grow tired of such. I want to go back home, to where I can hear the ocean and run along the worn paths tread upon by my ancestors...

[ The feed clicks on to video, Takegami is nursing a cracked lip, a fresh bruise forming on one cheekbone. Despite the obvious signs of having been in a fight and his depressed words, he has an almost maniac cheer about him. He twists his head to one side, then the other and smiled. ]

I really dislike the drinking climate here. No one [ Raises a finger, and yes, his knuckles are bruised ] can throw a decent punch.

Comments

[boughtabookstore]

I'm sure he did.

And how did the rest of the fight go?

[onemoredeath]

As they usually go. [ And now he sounds extremely disappointed. And yes, he is also making a cute little boy pout. It seems that he is drunk - very very drunk. ] They always seem to end with everyone mewing for a pain killer.

[boughtabookstore]

That's generally what happens when you hit people, shockingly enough.

[onemoredeath]

Ridiculous. I am not mewing for anything.

[boughtabookstore]

But you aren't most people.

[onemoredeath]

I'm not? [ Considers this while grabbing for a bottle off the bar. ] I suppose I'm pickled enough to not need any.

[boughtabookstore]

I feel like that's an obvious conclusion.

[onemoredeath]

Did you know I cannot fine any sake in this place? It's a shame.

[boughtabookstore]

What a trial.

Whiskey gets you just as drunk.

[onemoredeath]

I've had whiskey.

And bourbon.

And brandy.

[ Takes a look at the bottle and works the cork out. ] Now wine.

I would like sake though.