花村 陽介 -Yosuke Hanamura- (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull2012-08-27 06:31 pm
inthejunk) wrote in sirenspull2012-08-27 06:31 pm
video.
[Yosuke isn't smiling. He isn't frowning, either. He's carefully neutral, while he makes his announcement.]
If you're kind of squeamish, you shouldn't watch this.
[And then he counts to five silently. That's long enough, right? It'll have to be.]
I need some help training. I...if I had been training all this time, I could have done more. I thought I could pretend that things around here weren't as screwed up as they are, but I can't. I'm not standing down anymore.
Anyway, I can't pay in cash, but I can offer you a trade.
[Here, apparently, is what the warning was for. Yosuke sets the NV down, and finds a good angle to keep broadcasting. Then, he sets his plastered arm on the table in front of himself. He steels himself for a second, with a grimace. He's clearly not looking forward to whatever it is he's about to do.]
[From behind the camera, he picks up a hammer. After a few deep breaths, he does what you're probably expecting by now. He takes aim and slams it down on the four unplastered fingertips of his hand. There's a crunching sound, and a splatter of blood, and a loud wail of pain. He hisses and wheezes for a second, apparently surprised by just how badly it hurts. With an ugly gurgling sound, he glances up at the camera, pale as the wall behind him. Then, he closes his eyes.]
[Something clearly happens off camera, but the only evidence is a faint, green glow. A moment later, Yosuke holds up his hand. It's shaking, but it isn't hamburger anymore. He swallows audibly, and nods at the camera, resolute.]
I can do that. Someone with skills in both magic and hand to hand combat would be best. Thanks for your time.
If you're kind of squeamish, you shouldn't watch this.
[And then he counts to five silently. That's long enough, right? It'll have to be.]
I need some help training. I...if I had been training all this time, I could have done more. I thought I could pretend that things around here weren't as screwed up as they are, but I can't. I'm not standing down anymore.
Anyway, I can't pay in cash, but I can offer you a trade.
[Here, apparently, is what the warning was for. Yosuke sets the NV down, and finds a good angle to keep broadcasting. Then, he sets his plastered arm on the table in front of himself. He steels himself for a second, with a grimace. He's clearly not looking forward to whatever it is he's about to do.]
[From behind the camera, he picks up a hammer. After a few deep breaths, he does what you're probably expecting by now. He takes aim and slams it down on the four unplastered fingertips of his hand. There's a crunching sound, and a splatter of blood, and a loud wail of pain. He hisses and wheezes for a second, apparently surprised by just how badly it hurts. With an ugly gurgling sound, he glances up at the camera, pale as the wall behind him. Then, he closes his eyes.]
[Something clearly happens off camera, but the only evidence is a faint, green glow. A moment later, Yosuke holds up his hand. It's shaking, but it isn't hamburger anymore. He swallows audibly, and nods at the camera, resolute.]
I can do that. Someone with skills in both magic and hand to hand combat would be best. Thanks for your time.