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mere_shopkeeper) wrote2012-01-10 10:44 pm
mere_shopkeeper) wrote2012-01-10 10:44 pm
Invention 30 || [Video]
[The PCD turns on to a smear of blood across the screen before it manages to focus on Urahara on the ground nearby, his lips pulled back in a slightly bloody grin, as if he's been coughing up his insides. Sounds of battle and the screeches of one of the witches can be heard off screen as Urahara manages to crawl over and place a flat, round device on the ground in front of the PCD before he collapses again.
One hand goes down off camera and comes back up with fresh, ruby red blood covering the brown, dried blood underneath. His voice, when he does finally manage to speak, is weak and warbled as blood bubbles up into his mouth from his wound.]
Yoruichi-san, Retsu-san... [A choked cough splatters the screen before he lets out a soft flutter of a chuckle.] Ah, my apologies... I-- I--
[He struggles to get his words out, but it's clear that he can't, and the viewers are left to watch the shopkeeper gasp for his last couple of breaths as he chokes on his own blood, the life slowly leaving his eyes until it's clear that he's nothing but just another corpse now.
Yet the battle rages on, flashes of light, screams, yells, explosions... The witch comes into view for a split second as the fighters dash around it, forcing it towards Urahara's cooling body, and it pays him no mind. Because he's dead.
Except that those grey eyes suddenly pop open again, and he desperately draws air into his lungs with a shudder before reaching into a pocket and pulling out another four devices, quickly tossing them so that they are surrounding the witches feet. Seemingly satisfied with that, he painfully turns towards the PCD again, obviously only in a slightly better condition than before and yet deteriorating quickly.]
If you two ladies could join us-- [His fingers scramble over the machine, getting blood and dirt and who knew what else all over it before he manages to hit the right button and send their locations.] I would... greatly appreciate-- [He spits blood out from his mouth, a puddle of it forming under his face as he has no energy left to lift his head.] Raven-san... will tell you... [Pale eyelids slowly drift shut and his breathing sounds even worse than earlier.] What... to... do...
[The feed times out to the sight of him sending out the last remnants of his reiatsu into the devices at Candeloro's feet before he dies again.]
One hand goes down off camera and comes back up with fresh, ruby red blood covering the brown, dried blood underneath. His voice, when he does finally manage to speak, is weak and warbled as blood bubbles up into his mouth from his wound.]
Yoruichi-san, Retsu-san... [A choked cough splatters the screen before he lets out a soft flutter of a chuckle.] Ah, my apologies... I-- I--
[He struggles to get his words out, but it's clear that he can't, and the viewers are left to watch the shopkeeper gasp for his last couple of breaths as he chokes on his own blood, the life slowly leaving his eyes until it's clear that he's nothing but just another corpse now.
Yet the battle rages on, flashes of light, screams, yells, explosions... The witch comes into view for a split second as the fighters dash around it, forcing it towards Urahara's cooling body, and it pays him no mind. Because he's dead.
Except that those grey eyes suddenly pop open again, and he desperately draws air into his lungs with a shudder before reaching into a pocket and pulling out another four devices, quickly tossing them so that they are surrounding the witches feet. Seemingly satisfied with that, he painfully turns towards the PCD again, obviously only in a slightly better condition than before and yet deteriorating quickly.]
If you two ladies could join us-- [His fingers scramble over the machine, getting blood and dirt and who knew what else all over it before he manages to hit the right button and send their locations.] I would... greatly appreciate-- [He spits blood out from his mouth, a puddle of it forming under his face as he has no energy left to lift his head.] Raven-san... will tell you... [Pale eyelids slowly drift shut and his breathing sounds even worse than earlier.] What... to... do...
[The feed times out to the sight of him sending out the last remnants of his reiatsu into the devices at Candeloro's feet before he dies again.]