video ● seventh reflection

[straying]

[Video clicks on and... Saya looks tired. Really, really tired. She yawns before she makes her point.]

If I had to pick a type of criminal to have a vendetta against, it would be thieves.

[A tired sigh.] If anyone finds Ragna, would you mind retrieving my gun from him? I'm not entirely defenseless without it, but it's... something that I want back. And I hate to be a bother but...

[She glances behind her and you can catch a glimpse of a very... empty doorway. The door's been broken down. She managed to prop it up next to it though.]

I think I need a new place to stay... Or a repairman. I'll take one or the other.

Comments

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

...why the hell would that loudmouth take your gun.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Something about how I'd hurt myself with it and blah blah chivalry blah blah good intentions--

[A slight droop of her head. Does it sound as ridiculous to him as it does to her?]

... in the end he left me with a busted door and minus one prized possession.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'cause he's the best person in the world to handle a firearm - Ragna's not the most stable person here.

So you need someone to get it back.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs.] He's a bounty. I figure he'll at least be able to keep from shooting himself in the foot.

But... nah, not really. I'll probably go get it myself later if he hadn't returned it by then.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But if he does, it'll make it easier to find him. Just follow the cursing.

Heh; lemme know if you need a hand.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

And the blood, considering he doesn't seem to be able to treat his own injuries, right?

The offer's appreciated as always, Ban.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Precisely~

No problem.