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

[Video - Private]

[onemoredeath]

[ He smiles; that was the first time someone actually came close to a proper accent in his opinion. ]

Very good.

[Video - Private]

[feel_nevermore]

[She nods slightly in thanks.] I'm told I'm a fast learner. [Said matter-of-factly. She knows seven human languages, not to mention the demon languages.] I'll be looking forward to seeing you at the coffee shop, then.

Enjoy the stars.

[Video - Private]

[onemoredeath]

I shall.