[The screen is particularly dark when the video starts, but it's a sight that Fynn would recognize immediately. The low lighting of the range, one light in the distance as a paper target zips down the line away from the viewer.
A breath in, and out, and the video is clearly from a first-person point of view, as two hands raise a familiar gun into the bottom of the screen. It's the Mateba, all right. The sound is muffled as Togusa fires the first cylinder into the top left target.
The video keeps going as Togusa reloads twice, puts six shots into two more targets each, starting to make his way around the match target. Better than he was at the start of the year. He pauses at the fourth target, his breath can be heard behind the camera, and something shifts. The video clicks off.]
[It takes Fynn to recognize why everything was all black upon the screen but once he does, he quickly tries to send a response.]
Is that the shooting range? Wait a minute! You can't be shooting while--[Freshly out the shower with his hair still drenched, Fynn peers into the screen intently once he sees the Mateba.]
Togusa?! What the hell? Togusa, what are you---
[Fynn goes quiet once he sees just how quickly the man manages to nail those targets. The speed is absurd, shocking better than Fynn ever seen the man shoot. He sits there on the side of the bed looking absolutely stunned. Just when did Togusa ever learned go shoot like that?]
[It takes Togusa a little bit to respond, because the reply came up very startlingly into his line of sight. There has got to be a way to turn this off. Put the gun down, and figure out what's going on. Is something wrong? Fynn all right? Scroll up a bit...]
OH GOD DAMN IT ALL.
How do I stop DOING this?
Okay. All right. I can try to explain. Something's happened to me, and I can't figure out how to control it fully yet.
[Togusa is trying not to let on just how scared he is about this, but the thoughts are instantly in his head. This could keep happening. All the time. It could distract him at any moment if he doesn't get a handle on it. When he's doing something more dangerous than shooting at a target.]
[He scrolls up and can't help but shake his head a little. Togusa owes him a big explanation for this turn of events right about now. There's no way that Togusa would be able to capture that kind of footage on accident.
Wasn't his freaking phone camera tapped to his head or some shit. Trying to capture a good first person view at the shooting range is close to impossible.]
Riiight. You know, I would believe you more if you didn't clearly use a head cam in that video. The video was a little too clear and steady to be an accident.
[Take a breather, try to keep yourself calm. What a joke. Every time Togusa writes this out, it only scares him more and more.]
Head cam. Well, that's one way of putting it.
I'm talking to right you now without using my phone or a computer or anything. The reply messages are just popping up straight in my vision. I can still see everything else, but I've got a chat window open with you, too.
I don't remember all the details. I know other Togusa had a way to communicate to other people without being near them. And that he could access the Net without a computer. Something internal. Combine those two ideas and is this what you end up with?
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A breath in, and out, and the video is clearly from a first-person point of view, as two hands raise a familiar gun into the bottom of the screen. It's the Mateba, all right. The sound is muffled as Togusa fires the first cylinder into the top left target.
The video keeps going as Togusa reloads twice, puts six shots into two more targets each, starting to make his way around the match target. Better than he was at the start of the year. He pauses at the fourth target, his breath can be heard behind the camera, and something shifts. The video clicks off.]
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Is that the shooting range? Wait a minute! You can't be shooting while--[Freshly out the shower with his hair still drenched, Fynn peers into the screen intently once he sees the Mateba.]
Togusa?! What the hell? Togusa, what are you---
[Fynn goes quiet once he sees just how quickly the man manages to nail those targets. The speed is absurd, shocking better than Fynn ever seen the man shoot. He sits there on the side of the bed looking absolutely stunned. Just when did Togusa ever learned go shoot like that?]
What the fuck was that? Togusa? Togusa?!
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OH GOD DAMN IT ALL.
How do I stop DOING this?
Okay. All right. I can try to explain. Something's happened to me, and I can't figure out how to control it fully yet.
[Togusa is trying not to let on just how scared he is about this, but the thoughts are instantly in his head. This could keep happening. All the time. It could distract him at any moment if he doesn't get a handle on it. When he's doing something more dangerous than shooting at a target.]
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Wasn't his freaking phone camera tapped to his head or some shit. Trying to capture a good first person view at the shooting range is close to impossible.]
Riiight. You know, I would believe you more if you didn't clearly use a head cam in that video.
The video was a little too clear and steady to be an accident.
But yeah, try explaining this.
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Head cam. Well, that's one way of putting it.
I'm talking to right you now without using my phone or a computer or anything. The reply messages are just popping up straight in my vision. I can still see everything else, but I've got a chat window open with you, too.
I don't remember all the details. I know other Togusa had a way to communicate to other people without being near them. And that he could access the Net without a computer. Something internal. Combine those two ideas and is this what you end up with?