mamiya san

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Night time is the best time.

Shot in San Francisco on the same roll of Portra 800 on my Mamiya C330, lovingly named Bergamot.

(1) Devin of Pentaxia in the mists of the Rainbow Manor (2) Astra of Pentaxia in the double exposed jungle of the Rainbow Manor (3) Megan, pausing in the darkness of SOMA.

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In the light novels, in this scene, it was very apparent that he was talking about Celty when he said “a monster at my deathbed”.
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“…Kine-san…?”

“You were lucky I happened to be nearby’… It’d be a little hard to say that.”

“…”

“Your injuries were bad enough that you had to be rushed to the hospital, so I was fifty-fifty about helping you.” Kine spoke, blandly, of his own opinion.

“Honestly speaking, rather than that knife in your stomach, it’s the bruises that seem worse. It looks like your insides are in a bad state; you did well fighting Shizuo like that.”

With this, Izaya looked towards the side of his abdomen. Indeed, there was a projectile-type knife imbedded in it. But Shadow((courtesy of Celty)) coiled around the wound, suppressing the bleeding as much as was possible.

“You shouldn’t remove it. If you let it bleed your fifty percent chance would drop to ten.”

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A Sunset w/ Izaya Ch. 1: The Man Who Came

A Certain Month on a Certain Day, Extracted from a Portion of a Region Newspaper Article

[A body in Bunokura - determined as the missing eldest son of a wealthy family -]

[Last night the body found in Bunokura was identified to be Ryuuichi Adamura (age 28) who had disappeared three days prior. The police are investigating from the case and accident -]

In a land from off from the town the newspaper article was written in.

In a small mountain hut one man gazed at the article.

It is unclear how he obtained a regional newspaper from another prefecture, but the date is certainly today.

The man smiled excitingly and threw the newspaper into the fireplace.

And then he threw various pieces for games one would amuse themselves with on a table like chess and Shogi pieces, and Mahjong tiles and playing cards into the fireplace.

The season is the rainy season.

Even on such a sodden, gloomy day he continues to light the flame in the fireplace.

The black-haired man watched the newspaper and game pieces turn into ash before he stroked the wheelchair left next to his rocking chair and took out his cellphone.

Then making a certain call he happily begins to speak.

“I will accept what we talked about before. I will bring some people and come to the town.”

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