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[There is nothing here, beyond the dimness of daybreak. The soft lull of static and the low whistle of wind around stone. What the dusty lens captures does not filter in clearly, but it is enough to make out the crumbling edge of a building. The deep pools of water that gather in craters. Scars. Rimmed in sharp metal. Twisted wires. Smoothed glass and files. Skewed and scattered. Of the documents close enough, the light and the wet have made the text almost unreadable. Under the presence of mold and blanketing moss, there is little to go on. And if ears were to strain hard enough, there the gentle scraping of nails. The slow hiss of shifting cloth. The weight of a body, accidentally nudging whatever stand this computer's upon. And it seems to go on like this. For a minute or more. Until under the graininess, a hand reaches up. Pale-skinned and thin. Until it curls around the lip of the desk, dirty and discolored. Until it is pulling them up. Shaky at first, but - It is a boy appears. That backs up. That pushes his bangs back absently, hair gray and wild and over-long. And it only takes a moment, before he is making a soft and unheard exclamation. When he notes the monitor's kicked on. And it is only a moment, before he's blinking, once. (Red eyes dark and unreadable.) Before he's speaking. Slow, almost familiarly - sound lost, though the clips of words are distinctly German. Syllables oddly softened, smoothed. Rounded, almost. Whenever it does, for an instant flicker in. Flicker on. And it goes on like this for a while more, before the feed start to fade. Before he starts to silence. Until the video, eventually, tapers off.] ( (Sob. OOC notes.) )
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Honestly, if this is some kind of practical joke-- To the webmaster of Dramadramaduck: However amusing you might think it is, it’s very inconvenient to program a website to prevent those who have no interest in it from navigating away at their leisure. Have you even considered that those who stumble upon it might have important work to finish? You are impeding upon their abilities to efficiently complete their duties, and that is hardly fair to them. Downloading a new browser proved to be ineffective. Whatever programming you have used, it is very thorough, and I will go ahead and commend you on it. However, I am one of those people I spoke of who has important work to attend to. Winter break at my institution is about to begin, and the student council must discuss a few matters that involve the school’s website before we leave for the holidays. The president expects me to have this information to him by tomorrow, so therefore I must ask that you lift this programming and allow me (and anyone else you have inconvenienced) to do our work. If you refuse to comply with my requests, you will have to deal with the consequences. Professionally yours, ~ Mitsuru Kirijo Tags: mitsuru kirijo
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