[higekiri spent so much time today looking after other people that he has to give hizamaru some grief?? even then, it's hard to say how successful he was in looking after others - and if that bothers him at all, he doesn't bother to show it. instead he'll just take the water in his hands and let it wash over his shoulders, seeming to be wiping off something that hizamaru can't see]
Where did I leave off...
Mm - right. The first cassette. The young man took the second cassette from me and placed it inside the device - we heard some odd noises, but at the very least there were no new visuals. It was a man's voice reading a story... something about how someone was saying that they were 'so sorry', and then it grew more distorted as someone said 'come lay with me'. Following that, we tried to leave... however the door was locked.
I discovered that when viewed through the lens of the 'camera', the bed still showed all the parts of the human bodies that were torn apart. The people who were in the room with me seemed to have been covered in blood, but when I looked away from the eye of it the 'camera', they were clean. So... perhaps in another layer of the world, we were covered in human entrails.
[this is
why he wanted a bath, for the record, and why he's cleaning himself now. he's not exactly vain, but he likes to be clean? style is important?]
When I moved the camera - I could see the duplicate of the woman sitting on the desk. She waved at me, before disappearing from the room. She was faceless, just as my duplicate and the young man's duplicate were. I received the additional hint that I needed to place the first cassette - [a gesture to where the one being covered by his clothes is] - back in to be played. The same man read another story.
... Hmm, it's hard to recall - he said names that began with an H and a C... and more importantly, he said that there were once 33 of them, and now there were 12. They were being hunted. There was a mention of someone's brother... and something that happened to them. He felt guilty for a choice that he had made, and could not say who he had chosen to protect... I think.
The young man I was with wrote down everything using the materials from the desk - please confer with him about what exactly was said.
Once the final story was recited, we were able to leave the room - however as we departed, we witnessed the room entirely place itself back together as if we were never there.
Do you understand? If you have questions, it would be best to ask now.
[while his memory is clear, because even he's not sure if he'll remember this much detail on like. tuesday.]
STOP
Where did I leave off...
Mm - right. The first cassette. The young man took the second cassette from me and placed it inside the device - we heard some odd noises, but at the very least there were no new visuals. It was a man's voice reading a story... something about how someone was saying that they were 'so sorry', and then it grew more distorted as someone said 'come lay with me'. Following that, we tried to leave... however the door was locked.
I discovered that when viewed through the lens of the 'camera', the bed still showed all the parts of the human bodies that were torn apart. The people who were in the room with me seemed to have been covered in blood, but when I looked away from the eye of it the 'camera', they were clean. So... perhaps in another layer of the world, we were covered in human entrails.
[this is
why he wanted a bath, for the record, and why he's cleaning himself now. he's not exactly vain, but he likes to be clean? style is important?]
When I moved the camera - I could see the duplicate of the woman sitting on the desk. She waved at me, before disappearing from the room. She was faceless, just as my duplicate and the young man's duplicate were. I received the additional hint that I needed to place the first cassette - [a gesture to where the one being covered by his clothes is] - back in to be played. The same man read another story.
... Hmm, it's hard to recall - he said names that began with an H and a C... and more importantly, he said that there were once 33 of them, and now there were 12. They were being hunted. There was a mention of someone's brother... and something that happened to them. He felt guilty for a choice that he had made, and could not say who he had chosen to protect... I think.
The young man I was with wrote down everything using the materials from the desk - please confer with him about what exactly was said.
Once the final story was recited, we were able to leave the room - however as we departed, we witnessed the room entirely place itself back together as if we were never there.
Do you understand? If you have questions, it would be best to ask now.
[while his memory is clear, because even he's not sure if he'll remember this much detail on like. tuesday.]