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exsilium2013-06-04 07:42 pm
curatesecrets) wrote in exsilium2013-06-04 07:42 pm
2nd Artifact (Telepathy)
[Artie's mental voice comes across as a quiet, gruff mumbling - the same sort of tone he'd use if he were honestly talking to himself aloud...]
-- waste of half an afternoon. One of these days I'm just going to have to ask people if there's some kind of shop directory, I can't just wander all over creation looking for things, I'm going to turn into a prune if I do. Not to mention my back is killing me. Once I get my shoes off I'm just going to see if Tomoe's made any tea, sit on the couch, and -- her shoes aren't here.
[he calls her name - when he speaks the broadcast has a bit more resonance to it, as though things said aloud as they're thought have extra emphasis]
She's not answering. Usually she answers right away if she's here. Is there a note? Maybe she left a note in the kitchen, let's see here -- no note. That's odd. Lemme just go knock on her door, see if she's--
[his mental voice gets louder, more agitated, and not a little fearful]
Her door's open and - oh god, there's nothing there, nothing of hers, it's just empty, where did she go? Did they take her? Was it something about the Hold or - wait. No. No no no no what if the UE's got her oh God this is not good, not good at all, I've got to ask someone who'd know, maybe Saul or Elmer or Celebrian, get in touch with the network, yes, that's it. I've just got to breathe. Come on. She's fine, right? She's got to be.
[and then, a sudden burst of anger that those who've spoken to him might not think him capable of:] She'd BETTER BE...
-- waste of half an afternoon. One of these days I'm just going to have to ask people if there's some kind of shop directory, I can't just wander all over creation looking for things, I'm going to turn into a prune if I do. Not to mention my back is killing me. Once I get my shoes off I'm just going to see if Tomoe's made any tea, sit on the couch, and -- her shoes aren't here.
[he calls her name - when he speaks the broadcast has a bit more resonance to it, as though things said aloud as they're thought have extra emphasis]
She's not answering. Usually she answers right away if she's here. Is there a note? Maybe she left a note in the kitchen, let's see here -- no note. That's odd. Lemme just go knock on her door, see if she's--
[his mental voice gets louder, more agitated, and not a little fearful]
Her door's open and - oh god, there's nothing there, nothing of hers, it's just empty, where did she go? Did they take her? Was it something about the Hold or - wait. No. No no no no what if the UE's got her oh God this is not good, not good at all, I've got to ask someone who'd know, maybe Saul or Elmer or Celebrian, get in touch with the network, yes, that's it. I've just got to breathe. Come on. She's fine, right? She's got to be.
[and then, a sudden burst of anger that those who've spoken to him might not think him capable of:] She'd BETTER BE...
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My roommate. Tomoe. She --
[waaaait a second]
-- how did you -- I thought it wasn't on...
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-- well.
Does this happen a lot? People just sort of ... disappearing?
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.... Well, at least neither of them has to fight anymore ...