001 - [video, last night's Dark Hour]

[a-mans-job.livejournal.com]

[The camera opens on a pan of some random abandoned building in the business district. In addition to a quiet repeating thump in the background and the crunching of broken glass underfoot, Ryoma's voice can be heard.]

Where the hell is it?

[Looks like he's just using his phone as an impromptu flashlight and didn't really intend to broadcast this. (This may also explain that fingertip hanging out on the edge of the frame there.) The camera moves forward, still sweeping back and forth. It doesn't look like Ryoma's found what he's looking for yet. Doesn't look like he's going to find it, either, as his search is suddenly interrupted by a loud BANG.]

Shit!

[Ryoma wheels around and the camera's view goes with him, revealing the source of the BANG to be a Shadow that's just broken down the building's door. It looks to be a Visceral Maya but...

The fact that it's ON FIRE makes it kind of hard to be sure.]

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

[Ingrid's tying very hard not to laugh.]

That's one way to deal with it.

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[a-mans-job.livejournal.com]

[Ryoma shoots his phone a confused look. Oh hey it's recording. If he knew how to feel shame, he might be embarrassed. As it is, he just kind of scowls, but it's hard to spot, since he's also ducking away from the Maya at the same time.]

One way to get it good and pissed off, maybe.

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

You didn't bring any weapons, you must be new. Very well, if you need help I can be there quickly.

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[a-mans-job.livejournal.com]

Shows what you know, grandma! I've got all the weapons I need, right here!

[Ryoma flexes the arm not holding the phone for emphasis, just in case there was any ambiguity there. Sure, he's not exactly fighting the Shadow right now, but even he has problems punching things that are on fire.]

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

[Sternly]You are not my grandson, you will not address me like that. My name is Ingrid Barnes. Use it.

That sort of attitude you have could very well get you killed.