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[ He has a date he can punch in, but a time...? Who knows? He heard about the break-in in the late afternoon, so he sets it to start at 2 pm. ]

The only view is of the sidewalk.

[ He'll just fast forward until something other than stray cats show up. ]

[She nods, sinking further into the corner she claimed for herself.]

That's the one...but you can try another channel. 19-CTA or 20-CTA should be on the same street. You might catch more...The approach or something.

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[ Yusuke hums, flipping through the channels until a bloodied Kaneki appears on the feed and topples over in the middle of the street. From this angle, and this amount of carnage he's covered in before his clone shows up, he's unrecognizable. ]

This might be it.

[ He moves around so his back is against the other wall, and Futaba couldn't watch if she changed her mind. He tries to seem casual, stretching his legs out to nudge gently at her side, but any second now, the alarm will show in his eyes when his clone enters the frame. ]

Edited (I forgot words) 2017-08-04 02:43 (UTC)

[She can't see the screen, but she can definitely still read Yusuke's expressions. She knows exactly when the clone comes onto the screen. She places her had on his arm, squeezing slightly. It isn't just to reassure him, but to ground herself again.]

He's there...isn't he?

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[ The squeeze diverts his eyes from the screen long enough to nod towards Futaba in response, but they're glued back on pretty quickly. ]

They are just talking, right now.

[ The talking continues for a couple minutes, before the clone starts kicking whoever, or whatever, was laying on the ground soaked in blood, and it reacts by biting him, and bursting in sharp, mouthed tentacles. Yusuke jumps, dropping the communicator on the bed and raising a hand to his mouth, scrambling with the other hand to pick it back up. ]

[Her eyes dart to the communicator as it falls to the bed, eyes going wide and her hand tightening on Yusuke's arm. She knows what's coming next and she turns into him, hiding her face against the arm she's holding onto as she squeezes her eyes shut.

This was a bad idea. She should never have let him see this, even if they did have to find what happened to this monster. That was his likeness on the screen--it was hard enough for her to watch it and it wasn't as if she was watching her own death. This must be so much worse for him.]

[ He asked to see it, and that curiosity has a price. Yusuke snatches the device back up, angling it in front of his face away from Futaba, his expression souring with every drop of blood spilled on screen.

It's surreal, and disturbing, to see your own face, your own disguise, murdered on screen with barely a chance to put up a fight. By the time the clone stops moving, there's so much blood on the pavement, on both figures, that it looks like he's been intentionally drained. Yusuke has seen more than his fair share of violence, lately. This reminds him of something else, almost a month ago but still so fresh in his mind that he groans to suppress a new round of nausea. He thought he was over this.

At least there's no audio. Nobody wants to see their limbs get ripped off and chewed on, he doesn't need to hear it, too. ]

How do we follow this thing?

[ His voice is soft, shaky. He'll be fine, just give him a second to breathe. ]

Which way did he go--Up or down the street?

[Her voice is just as quiet, but the tremor is missing from it. She didn't actually have to see it a second time, even though she knew the details all too well. It's easier to swallow with someone else there--easier having the reassuring presence of Yusuke at her side. She could try and push through and do what she needed to.]

Once we follow him far enough away from the scene I should...be able to look again.

He went up.

[ When the monster...thing leaves the frame, leaving only what was left of the clone, limbs missing and guts spread over the pavement, all he can do is stare. There is no love lost between Yusuke and his clone, but it was at least, physically, human. This is something out of a horror film, not even a good one, but the kind that are shocking just for the sake of it.

It makes his stomach churn, and he feels like he needs some fresh air, but Futaba is still latched onto his arm, so he stays put. He looks down at her, nothing visible but the top of her head and the edges of her glasses. ]

No, I will do it. Just tell me where to go.

[She's quiet for a moment trying to remember how the streets cameras were organized, the order of numbers and call signs. It's harder than it should be--but she's tired, emotionally drained.]

If he's going up...the number has to go down. So if you're still on 18-CTA go to 17. If he turns a corner...let me know. I'll have to look to figure out where to go from there.

[She slowly releases the hold on his arm, letting her grip relax. She's no longer clinging so much as she is just leaning against him, eyes still closed to the horror on the screen.]

[ He nods and does as instructed, thankful to switch feeds and finally rip his eyes away from his own dangling entrails. The attacker moved slowly, probably injured from whatever came before Yusuke's clone. ]

You can open your eyes, I'll hold it away from you.

If you--if your clone isn't on screen anymore I can probably handle it.

[Or she'll try anyway. She doesn't make any active moves to take her communicator back from him, though. Nor does she shift to see the screen any better than she can from where she's still leaning against his side.]

Could you tell who it was...is?

This thing? No, I have no idea who, or what it is.

[ Which bothers him, immensely, but he only lets it come through in his voice a little. ]

It isn't on screen any more.

[That last comment has her bolting upright to look directly at the comm screen.]

What? Where did it go?

It must have wandered into a blind spot.

[ He flips through a couple more feeds, and...nothing. Yusuke stuffs the device back into her hands so she can see for herself. ]

[She takes the comm and runs through several different channels and side-streets before frowning and dropping it onto the bed in defeat.]

Nothing. If it was in a blind spot, it took that chance to find a path we can't follow.

So, what can we do? Just keep an eye out?

That's the best we can do. At least we know what we're looking for. We know what it can do--keep our eyes on the news.

[She huffs, slumping in her spot next to him.] Sorry we couldn't find more...

It's fine.

[ Yusuke lets in a deep breath, holding his head back against the cool grey, tiny hole-ridden walls of his room. He told Jaime he was going to fill these... ]

It is probably best for us both to take a break.

[She can't keep herself from nodding tiredly in agreement.]

I'm all for a break. Maybe we should take a vacation.

[ A smile tugs at his mouth at the idea. He's heard a lot of...let's say interesting ideas this week, but this one is by far the best. ]

A vacation sounds splendid. Somewhere away from the Porter cities. Somewhere cool. Heropa is sweltering, all the time.

I hear they have Disney World somewhere. We should go.

[She doubts it's something that could happen with any urgency, but even vaguely planning for something that wasn't tied up in espionage or dealing with violence was a good distraction. She smiles slightly, it's a good idea.]

I wonder if it'd be anything like Tokyo's...

I think in this world it is one state over. Drawing the characters in costume might shine a new light on them.

...Wait, is it really that close? We need to go.

We need permission to leave the Porter cities. [ Hmm... ] I am considering revoking my registration. That would make it more difficult.

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