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| [So there's a soaking wet cat on your network today, Vatheon. A pissed-off soaking wet cat. There's a moment of annoyed sounds that are far too human to be cat-protests as he shakes himself dry, and then he proceeds to... Rant into his communicator. No, he doesn't know what it is, but it's the only thing he's got on him and it seems like a good thing to do at the time. Enjoy your Bronx-accented cat.]
THAT'S THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TWO LUGS DRIVE. How many times are we gonna crash before one of youse guys learns how t' navigate?
[He glances around.] And what the heck didja do with the sub?
[....And that's when something occurs to him. He's alone. And he's talking into a starfish.
Um.]
...Jess? Jimmy?
[...Oh. This sure isn't the Hoenn Region unless it relocated to underwater.]
....Um. Guys?
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| oKAY vATHEON,
sO MY NERVES ARE WRACKED,
aNY SUGGEST1ONS TO HELP A GUY RELAX?
pREFERABLY TH1NGS YOU CAN DO OUTDOORS,
bECAUSE THERE REALLY 1S NOT STRUCTURE HERE THAT CAN HANDLE MY RACK.
1DEAS?[BAM - FILTER: To anyone above the age of 18 Earth years / 9 Alternian sweeps.]( Read more... ) | |
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| [Hey Vatheonites. Yomiel is sitting in his chair in his apartment, looking smug. His eyes are covered by his sunglasses, as always, and he rests his chin on one hand, smiling at the screen.]
So, another year come and gone, huh? In about a week or so, actually, I'll have been here for a year myself. Time really flies, doesn't it? So, just reflecting back on the year, I have to say-
I can't die because technically, I'm already dead.
[...What. WHAT WAS THAT. The words had just come out of his mouth without any thought behind them. He pauses, looking surprised, wondering where that even came from.]
Um. I...I didn't say that. I didn't say that at all. I mean, I went mad for a few years because of what I am and I always feel alone because of it.
[NO. He did not just say that OUT LOUD. His mouth curls into a confused sneer, and his body tenses as he looks around like a caged animal. Was somebody...possessing him? No, he would know. He's silent for a little bit as he looks around in Ghost World, but there isn't any telltale sign of a soul anywhere. He's alone.]
Okay, this isn't funny. Somebody is making me say thing that aren't true, and- I REALLY LOVE CUTE AND FLUFFY CATS.
[With a growl, he jumps from his chair and throws the SFC against the wall in anger, turning it off. He was the manipulator, not this place. Nobody could get the upper hand on him. Not if they valued their life.]
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