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[At first, the post is quiet, the sounds of Adstring at night evident on the feed, but as one listens longer, heavy breathing can be distinguished, as if from a distance, intermixed with some moaning and a shuffling of feet.  Next, a louder sound of metal sliding on metal, followed by a click, is heard, and anyone who knows firearms will immediately recognize it as the sound of a magazine being put into a cartridge.  If one listens even longer still, a high-pitched whining can be heard from even farther away.  Is that a dog?

Of course, for anyone dealing the zombies as of late, this scene probably will be easily discernible, though still strangely calm.  Whoever is in charge of the weapon clearly has done this before, or something like it.

The pained breathing is getting louder, closer.  A shorter click sounds as the gun is cocked.  And then, a familiar voice, though it's quieter than usual.]


I'm sorry.

[Riza fires the gun, the echo of the shot reverberating for a few long moments.  The breathing has stopped and finally, finally, there's the tell-tale thud of the body falling to the ground.  A few small steps and then another cocking of the gun before a second shot is fired, the sound echoing again, though the bullet makes more of a dull sound this time.

The dogs inside bark tentatively, then return to their whining.]

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Date: 2011-05-25 06:23 pm (UTC)
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[Hello Riza, guess who's walking towards you. Here's a hint, the clicking of getas.]

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Date: 2011-05-25 06:49 pm (UTC)
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[He crouches down next to her with a quiet 'Let me', holding out a wet towel for her to wipe her hands clean with before he cleans up the mess himself. With gloves. It was always best to be careful with mutations.

The bundle of cloth he brought with him gets rolled out next to Luca's body before he carefully carries her over onto it, wrapping the fabric over the discolored face.]


The clinic?

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Date: 2011-05-25 10:13 pm (UTC)
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We can remove it when we reach the clinic.

[It's best to give her the dignity of death, no need to flash her face around the city as they go. Picking her up, he cradles the wrapped body in his arms before turning towards Riza.]

Do you think you are well enough to move at high speeds?

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Date: 2011-05-25 11:06 pm (UTC)
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I meant shunpo. It's much faster than running.

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Date: 2011-05-26 01:41 am (UTC)
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[Smiling slightly, he wiggles the crook of his elbow at her.]

Hold on tightly and I'll show you.

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Date: 2011-05-30 03:34 am (UTC)
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[And ooooooooff they go. Two seconds later: the Clinic.]

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Date: 2011-05-30 03:47 am (UTC)
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Deep breaths, Riza-san... The feeling will pass.

[He pat her on the back, but... no hands.]

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Date: 2011-05-30 04:02 am (UTC)
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[Smiling gently, he tilts his head a little to catch her eyes before nudging open the door and nodding for her to go in first.]

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Date: 2011-05-30 08:47 pm (UTC)
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I don't have to, no.

[He sets the body down in one of the rooms and uncovers her face a little, careful to keep the forehead covered. Stepping back out and placing a kidou barrier around the room, he burns the gloves on his hands and gently guides Riza over to the sink to make sure that all the blood is washed off her.]

But I want to.

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Date: 2011-06-01 03:39 am (UTC)
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[A hum as he holds out a dry towel for her before going to go make tea.]

It is the very least I can do.

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Date: 2011-06-01 05:01 am (UTC)
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[Urahara doesn't miss the hesitation at the ring, but he has the tack not to comment and to pretend that he didn't. Instead, he just quietly sets a cup of tea in front of her.

He could say all manners of words meant to comfort, but he refrains. In the end, they're all empty.]

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Date: 2011-06-01 05:15 am (UTC)
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[Another gentle smile.]

You're welcome.

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[Urahara doesn't say anything, instead just sat there, providing his silent company as he nursed his cup of tea. He doesn't talk, but his silence isn't one that seeks to stem words, but rather one that makes room for others to talk if they need a listening ear.]

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