Jigen Daisuke (
needabourbon) wrote2012-02-27 11:14 am
[004] [Voice → Video]
[Voice] [The sound of his journal clicking on is subtle, so subtle that maybe you didn't realize it was even on until he begins talking. His voice more rough than usual and the pouring sound of liquid into a glass is the only ambiance.]
We checked out Goemon's place again. I think we're just assuming the worst... No. The best? That he is out of Luceti. He'll be alright but I'll miss him.
[Video] [All is quiet. Maybe you thought he shut off the journal but he didn't. The sound of glass to a table, then Jigen flips on the video feed. He's quick not to let the screen catch his face as he turns it away. In view now is a scaled replica of Cagliostro... Created entirely from bits of matchsticks. Beside the model you can see a full pack of cigarettes sitting next to a packed ashtray. His glass of bourbon is also beside an almost empty bottle. He turns the camera towards himself now—when was the last time he slept or smoked? Those dark circles look hideous.]
If anyone could bring me more matches, I'd appreciate it... [Pause.] Maybe some bourbon too.
We checked out Goemon's place again. I think we're just assuming the worst... No. The best? That he is out of Luceti. He'll be alright but I'll miss him.
[Video] [All is quiet. Maybe you thought he shut off the journal but he didn't. The sound of glass to a table, then Jigen flips on the video feed. He's quick not to let the screen catch his face as he turns it away. In view now is a scaled replica of Cagliostro... Created entirely from bits of matchsticks. Beside the model you can see a full pack of cigarettes sitting next to a packed ashtray. His glass of bourbon is also beside an almost empty bottle. He turns the camera towards himself now—when was the last time he slept or smoked? Those dark circles look hideous.]
If anyone could bring me more matches, I'd appreciate it... [Pause.] Maybe some bourbon too.

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In fact, it might even be a little wise to let them think we're being a little complacent. That way, when we do strike, they're not expecting it. The answer will come. It always does.
This isn't much different from that island that Scorpion group used as their homebase, at least for Fujiko and I. [It had been tough work, concocting an antidote for the strange poison that tied them to the island, forced them to either participate or die.
At least here, death wasn't always hanging over their heads.]
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We'll really just have to keep ourselves busy then... [The idea sounds unpleasant but he isn't about to complain about more lounge time.]
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[He had other means of keeping occupied too--stalking the Barracks (where he now was taking a few lessons), digging through the shops, brushing up on his sleight of hand tricks...
They were all so petty in comparison with his other deeds, however. His attempts at finding something else, so far, has only landed him with broken ribs and bruised pride.]
There's the Battle Dome, where you can program stuff into it and play like its a giant video game, there's various people who want to spar around here for fun...
[A soft sigh. What had their lives become?]