利根川幸雄 // Tonegawa Yukio (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull2012-07-27 02:11 pm
12second_orz) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-27 02:11 pm
consultation 011 // [video]
[The summer warmth seems to have made Tonegawa almost lazy when he appears on-screen, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, shirt cuffs rolled up. There’s a sleepy confidence to the entire affair, a crocodilian sharpness lurking in still, murky waters.
He doesn’t bother to take it out when he speaks; the result is that his voice sounds huskier than ever, faintly slurred around the cigarette end.]
Let’s play another game. [His hand disappears off camera for a moment, and when it slides back in it’s holding a small, gleaming bronze coin, between his thumb and forefinger.] It’s interesting, isn’t it? How life so often seems to rely on the figurative spin of a coin- that little twist of uncertainty that can, just as often, herald the twist of the knife. [He pauses for effect.] I’m sure you all know this one, but for the record: heads or tails. Pick one. Of course, it’s not that simple.
[The smile appears then, a cool abbreviation of his usual shit-eating grin.] Let’s say, hypothetically, that those who pick the winning side will be rewarded from a fixed pot, which will be shared amongst any winners. Let’s also say that those who pick the losing side will suffer a forfeit. Your victory will inevitably punish those less fortunate than yourself.
There’s one final rule: for a price, I could secretly tell you the winning result and guarantee you a perfect solo victory. You reap all the rewards- and I reap all of the losers you’ve left behind.
[He chuckles silkily.] It’s your choice, Siren’s Port. Heads or tails?
He doesn’t bother to take it out when he speaks; the result is that his voice sounds huskier than ever, faintly slurred around the cigarette end.]
Let’s play another game. [His hand disappears off camera for a moment, and when it slides back in it’s holding a small, gleaming bronze coin, between his thumb and forefinger.] It’s interesting, isn’t it? How life so often seems to rely on the figurative spin of a coin- that little twist of uncertainty that can, just as often, herald the twist of the knife. [He pauses for effect.] I’m sure you all know this one, but for the record: heads or tails. Pick one. Of course, it’s not that simple.
[The smile appears then, a cool abbreviation of his usual shit-eating grin.] Let’s say, hypothetically, that those who pick the winning side will be rewarded from a fixed pot, which will be shared amongst any winners. Let’s also say that those who pick the losing side will suffer a forfeit. Your victory will inevitably punish those less fortunate than yourself.
There’s one final rule: for a price, I could secretly tell you the winning result and guarantee you a perfect solo victory. You reap all the rewards- and I reap all of the losers you’ve left behind.
[He chuckles silkily.] It’s your choice, Siren’s Port. Heads or tails?