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| [The SFC pops on- John is sitting at the piano at his very empty household. Ergh, he's been coping the last few weeks with the double loss of Jade and Dave. The coping seems to be going well as John starts and stops himself every so often on the piano.
Those pesky SFC's must turn themselves on- frankly, he has no idea he's even being recorded right now!]
Ah, now if I could just get the right sound. [He's adding things in. Like a synthesizer beat, and a bass beat. He really misses his friends, okay.] | |
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|  [What's this? Apparently Ammy has figured out how to attach pictures!
But that's not the point! There's a picture of a tree. Just... a tree. What's so special about this painting?
Well, what are you going to do? Are you going to draw on it, yourself? Are you going to draw something else and just doodle with her? WHAT DO YOU DO, VATHEON?] | |
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| [So all that can be heard for about ten seconds is the sound of the SFC falling to the ground, followed by a lot of fluttering, fumbling, scattering of papers, things falling off of shelves, all sorts of messy chaos. After a bit silence, there's a little more fluttering and papers scattering, and then a very irritated voice.]
Oh, bugger all this!! I can't believe how troublesome these ratty things are, why did I even bother with them!! [He doesn't seem to have even noticed he just "cursed" right there; his blood is boiling, and going through Armageddon and back seems to have loosened up his virtues just a tad. He'll beat himself up over the slip of the tongue later, when he isn't feeling wretched.] It's such a mess, these! Beyond wrecked! There's no point in even cleaning up.
[Yet he's still making noises and futzing around. He likely won't even notice that the SFC has been turned on unless someone makes a point of contacting him.] | |
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| [ he had planned to say something but he is too busy fussing (actually, he'd been crying and is now trying to cover it up). ]
Stupid place thinks it can ruin my dreams. It's Sumaru shit all over again. Unexplained things happen, people disappear, and no one knows who the bastard in charge is. I don't buy this "coral is in charge" crap. Punching a coral doesn't sound effective anyway.
And if it's Philemon and NyarthWhatTheHellEver at it again, I'm going to kick both their asses. in. to. the. ground. I would show them who was really in charge. No one messes with Michel!
[ yeah, that pretty much went over what he had planned to say. he shoves the SFC into his pocket and heads to the plaza for something to eat. Noodles would be great. The SFC flicks off in his pocket. ] | |
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| [ at first, all you see is the cover of an anime dvd with magical girls and giant mechas. He has a few other boxes in his hand too. Video games, in particular. ]All that fucking work paid off. Got these babies at the video store in Nostalgia Nook that looks suspiciously like the one my best friend owned. The guy behind the counter even looks like him. Fucking weird Twilight Zone. [ yeah, not touching that subject any further right now. ]Anyway. Konata. You. Me. Video game marathon. | |
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| ( In which frantic searching occurs under the cut )... [It's about mid-afternoon when the broadcast is finally made. Guy's voice is clear, but low and rather unreadable - a sharp contrast to the lighthearted tones those close to him might be used to hearing.]For those that knew him... it looks like Luke fon Fabre has been taken back to Auldrant. [Simple and to the point.
Perhaps because, for once, he doesn't feel the need to explain.
No social calls today, although he'll slowly work on any replies to the SFC. He needs time to think... and adjust to being alone in this apartment.
Again.] | |
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