caughtinanetwork | 16th ♒ Voice

Alright, so I figured it only right I let all a Watheon know I'm dyin'. I'm a downright mess right now, miserable, and itchy and I think I'we caught some terrible, horrible disease and I'm gonna be a goner before too long.

[Have an aggravated groan and what might sound like some scratching?]

Auuugh! That's it, I know it, I'm fuckin' done for, this has gotta be some plague, it's bound to sweep through all a Watheon I'm sure a it. My death will be that of a martyr, I'm just doin' my ciwil duty a informin' the masses a this foul disease before it gets the rest a ya.

[He sounds so utterly dramatic, it's probably pretty hilarious really. Certainly making this hard to take seriously.]

I just wanted to say, Sol, I hate ya, there's not a fuckin' liwin', breathin' thing I despise more than your mustardblooded face, and Fef, you're the best 'rail a guy could ask for. And Kar, I pity ya with the intensity a the sun. Our sun, not this weak ass fuckin' wannabe sun this planet's got.

[Have some more miserable little sounds.]

Alright, that's it, I'm just gonna lay here in my respiteblock and liwe out my final moments in solitude.

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-Good.-

[At least, that's what he means to say, and it is what he says! It's just... not in the common language Vatheon used to say. Eridan might be able to recognize the bug-like clicking noise that Darkleer makes, considering it's Alternian.]

[Ooh, she sure didn't miss this certain pathetic being in her two-month absense!

But now he appeared to be dying? Yuno couldn't have seen a more pleasant message today on the network than that.]

About time.

You're not going to die, you perpetual drama machine. Even in the unlikely event that you did, you would be back five days later, and I can guarantee you that you would not be well enough to make a whiny voice post on the network. And who do you think I am that I wouldn't take notice if you had some life-threatening disease?

Second off, I invite you to engage in swallowing your own tongue, because you gave me whatever foul itching illness you caught. And don't you dare accept soup from anyone who says they're a country. They're banned from the hive, you understand?

[Oh he does and it's almost uncontrollable for him that he responds with the same clicking bug-like language.]

-Fuck you, you hoofbeast bulge swallowin' pus-pocket! In my last moments I HARDLY wanna listen to your horrible fuckin' woice!-

Oh no, you're dying? [ Is that sarcasm? ] Can I have all your stuff?

Edited 2012-08-01 22:05 (UTC)

-Deal with it.-

[Clearly he makes the best decisions while with a fever and tired. Only the very best.]

That cruelty iis below you, siir.
Please forgiive my steppiing beyond my caste iin sayiing so.

wwho fuckin kneww that my dyin message wwould result in the WWORST a vvatheon rearin their hideous fuckin heads
and here i thought wwe wwere rid a ya
go drowwn yourself you shitsponge before i use my final breath to make sure you im the one to snuff out your owwn

Would it not be best to gain a diagnosis first?

Fef, this is a fuckin' crisis, and all you want from me is my belongin's? How fuckin' cruel.

Edited 2012-08-01 22:08 (UTC)

I'we already diagnosed it. It's death.

I believe this is not death. Death often includes cessation of all bodily functions.

[ ...often? ]

[There's a distressed and sad kind of strange chirruping noise that rolls about in his throat when he sees that yellow text. It's the kind of word-sound that doesn't have a real equivalent in other languages.]

[It takes a moment for Darkleer to fiddle with the SFC.]

D -> I'm sorry

... Kar I don't ewen know what you mean by all a that country business, but sure I understand. But you got it too? We're gonna die together Kar, it's almost romantic.

[Nope, he's still convinced he's dying.]

[Guess who's jumping in to chitter another response?]

-What invasive parasite crawled up your ass and died?-

You caught the ills too, brother?

I missed hearing from you, too, Eridan. It's nice to see you're just as unpleasant as I remember you being!

And just how would you do that? You're dying, after all.

-His dramatics would be the first suggestion.-

It's an earth thing, and they are by and large pointless beings dedicated to unjust torment. One of them set my nourishment block on fire last year when he brought over some cluckbeast soup. And we are not dying together, or at all, you sore-spotted wiggler.

-You might wanna cease communications with me, I might traumatize you like before. Might say somethin' that'll leawe big ol' Darkleer sobbin' like the grub he IS.-

[He lets out an amused sound at that, still tickled over that whole ordeal.]

-It won't be much of an accomplishment on my part, but what's one last menial, simple, task before I die, right?-

Good. You detherve it! [He's itchy, too.]

-But that doesn't mean you tell him 'good' about it, shitweasel.-

[A low rumbling sound, confused. What...]

-When did this event occur?-

[He can't be so sick his memory is this bad... He can't remember crying for a while.]

Considering I live with him, the act of not catching whatever virus has housed itself in his bitching gland is a nigh impossible task. Yes, I caught "the ills".

Oh my cod, you are the only 7-sweep-old wiggler in existence! You are probably hiding a third set of legs underneath your shirt or something. You're not dying, you're just sick.

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