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[killtime]

[ It's late. And it's a bad angle — a careless one, with the camera pointed in such a way that you can't even see the entire face of the person holding it. Just enough to see the trail of half-dried blood from her nose down over the bow of her lip. The hand that lifts a cigarette to her mouth is decorated with split-open knuckles. Those who frequent Shuten Territory might recognize that the wall she's sitting up against belongs to their arena. It's an unusual place for one of the Department's high-ranking officers, but maybe less so for anyone who actually knows this mess of a woman.

Takes her a few moments to speak. She takes another drag off her cigarette, smoke curling around her words when she finally opens her mouth. ]

Nishitani's gone.

[ Her voice hardly inflects at all. ]

If you have unfinished business, you can take it up with me.

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[heretic_blade]

need some company?

[killtime]

will you bring something alcoholic?

[heretic_blade]

who the hell do u think ur talking to?

[ That's a yes. ]

u still at the arena?

[killtime]

[ The man has a fair point. ]

yeah
i'll wait

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[karumic]

[Isn't that something.]

Are you taking over his duties then? Pardon me for saying so, but you don't look Shuten.

[killtime]

i'm not
i'm with the fucking department

[karumic]

What kind of unfinished business would you be qualified to handle in that case?

[just being nosy with a stranger on the internet nbd]

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[everblooms]

[ Unsurprisingly, Aerith is too close to the camera, staring down at the feed on her own screen with unnecessary amounts of scrutiny. ]

You're legally obligated to let me in when I come knocking on your door.

[killtime]

[ She's pretty even with the camera too close to her face, and in a different mood, Andy would tell her so. But not now, and not in this mood — mercurial and melancholy as she is. ]

Who are you going to call if I don't? [ Her dryness lacks its usual warmth. ] The police?

[everblooms]

[ She's used to it. Smiles in the face of it, even; that dry, cold almost too bitter to be sardonic tone a normalcy to her. ]

No one. It's florist law! So, I get to enforce it as much as I like.

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[holeful]

[Fukuda doesn't know who Nishitani is, but he knows Andy and he is Concerned!!!]

Miss Andy, do you need help? You look hurt.

[killtime]

[ Oh, Snack Hole. She is hurt. She sure is. ]

i'm fine
just scrapes
nothing to worry the hole in your head about

[holeful]

I mean the hole in my head doesn't get worried it just makes the world clearer.

I don't know who Mr Nishitani was but I'm sure he was your friend for you to make this post.

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[aceslow]

Gone? You mean... they've returned him to his home?

[ Isn't that a good thing? But he knows better than to say it. Andromache looks a mess. Not unlike how she looked when they had first encountered each other, those long months ago. ]

[killtime]

[ This is a glimpse of that same woman — the one he met on the street that day. The one whose gun he took. But maybe this is worse somehow, because at least that woman had felt something. Something keen and desperate. This woman? She just aches.

Her correction comes dispassionately: ]

To his grave.

[aceslow]

[ He died?

No. He would have found out if he had died a violent death, if he had died a violent death here. He was a high ranking official. His death would have significant political repercussions, of the like that would have reached Kim by now. Which means... ]

He died before he got here, [ he realizes, all at once. He hadn't known. Nobody had told him -- and why would they? It's none of his business. His lips thin. ]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

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[softshoes]

I never met Mr. Nishitani, nor do I know you, madam, but I'm truly sorry for your loss.

Are you injured? If you are in need of any medical attention, I'm a doctor.

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[killtime]

let me ask you something doc
in your professional opinion
do you really think i give a shit about being injured right now?

[softshoes]

[He's had worse patients. He doesn't even flinch.]

I doubt it, but I thought I would offer the clinic nonetheless.

A dear friend of mine used to box. Those injuries like to bleed.

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[kaientai]

Wow, so what's the other guy look like?

[ ... ]

Anyway, drinks are on me if you need the company.

[ ryouma isn't sad to see the guy go but he's not happy that the people he does like are hurting as a result. ]

[killtime]

you must be relieved

[ Bitch ain't pulling her punches tonight, baby. ]

[kaientai]

Whatever benefit it is to me isn't worth seeing other people hurting over it. It's just business anyway.

[ even if it knows it isn't entirely business, he'll stick to his story for now. ]

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[bratherine]

( Kate doesn't recognise the name Andy mentions, but she recognises Andy and, perhaps more importantly, recognises the state she's in. It's who she was after her parents' deaths but harsher, bloodier.

So what she sends isn't so much well-wishing as it is the address to a British-style Greasy Spoon cafe at the edges of Sutoku territory. )

get breakfast there

( Because she can also read and she's making an educated guess that Andy will probably be feeling hungover in the morning. )

[killtime]

you trying to tell me to eat my feelings?

[ Still, she appreciates it. This mortal flesh is prone to hangovers. ]

[bratherine]

telling you to soak up your hangover