| [ there's a bit of static before the feed clicks on, though the voice behind it is muffled, as if it's being recorded through fabric. Byakuya doesn't seem to be entirely aware of the fact that his actions are being broadcast, paying far more attention to his self assigned task - ]
- foolish, that they should walk among those who -
[ but he cuts off as abruptly as he'd begun. there's a soft rustling, as if he's moving slowly on the spot - and then, levelly ]
Chire.
[ a muted sound akin to the rush of wind, soon punctuated by the pitched shattering of glass - quite a lot of it - and what sounds like the grind of metal upon metal. it isn't until he's left to silence a few moments later that he concludes with a simple, albeit agitated - ]
Useless. |