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exsilium2012-12-14 10:43 pm
glenamored) wrote in exsilium2012-12-14 10:43 pm
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Fragging cog-piss!!
[ It's the morning of the 14th of December and the tablet is currently flying across a bedroom and Glen is screaming obscenities. The video shows a whole lot of nothing swirling around until it hits something metallic with a CLACK! Finally, it stops when it hits the floor face up. Above it is a bird cage. Old, dead-looking feathers fall through the slits of the cage toward the tablet on the floor and Glen appears above the tablet, chest heaving, eyes wide and totally freaked out.
She's holding her weapon, a dagger with a celtic knot design on the hilt, and apparently staring down the bird inside the cage. ]
You little cog-rotten bastard, what in all the mucking hells happened to you? [ There's a flapping of wings and an unholy squawking sound in reply. ]
Damn it... [ Glen takes a deep breath, cringing all the while. She's got to do this quickly. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she opens the door of the cage and screams a battle cry, grabbing the undead bird, her annoying, stupid, now dead little almost-friend, and cuts the thing's head off in one swift motion.
The lifeless bird head falls right on the tablet. She looks down, following the head's movement as it falls, nursing a finger the creature had managed to bite before she'd removed its head.
There's silence for a few seconds. ] ...It turned on. Okay. It turned on.
[ Still breathing heavily, uninjured hand shaking a little, Glen reaches down and picks up the tablet with it. ] Hello. Sorry about that, if you're watching. I don't usually kill living, rotting animals in my spare time. But... hey, it works as a warning, right? I think the animals from the other day might be sick. Terminally sick. At least, mine was. So... watch out? Watch out.
[ It's the morning of the 14th of December and the tablet is currently flying across a bedroom and Glen is screaming obscenities. The video shows a whole lot of nothing swirling around until it hits something metallic with a CLACK! Finally, it stops when it hits the floor face up. Above it is a bird cage. Old, dead-looking feathers fall through the slits of the cage toward the tablet on the floor and Glen appears above the tablet, chest heaving, eyes wide and totally freaked out.
She's holding her weapon, a dagger with a celtic knot design on the hilt, and apparently staring down the bird inside the cage. ]
You little cog-rotten bastard, what in all the mucking hells happened to you? [ There's a flapping of wings and an unholy squawking sound in reply. ]
Damn it... [ Glen takes a deep breath, cringing all the while. She's got to do this quickly. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she opens the door of the cage and screams a battle cry, grabbing the undead bird, her annoying, stupid, now dead little almost-friend, and cuts the thing's head off in one swift motion.
The lifeless bird head falls right on the tablet. She looks down, following the head's movement as it falls, nursing a finger the creature had managed to bite before she'd removed its head.
There's silence for a few seconds. ] ...It turned on. Okay. It turned on.
[ Still breathing heavily, uninjured hand shaking a little, Glen reaches down and picks up the tablet with it. ] Hello. Sorry about that, if you're watching. I don't usually kill living, rotting animals in my spare time. But... hey, it works as a warning, right? I think the animals from the other day might be sick. Terminally sick. At least, mine was. So... watch out? Watch out.
Audio damn right they are better hop your your white horse
The thought spurs her on to be a little more dramatic. Just to distance the act from her true feelings. Works like a charm as tears start to fall and her breath hitches over the audio feed. ]
That... thing was my friend. [ She wants to throw up even saying something so trite. In fact, she winces while crying, aware that he can't yet see her and thus allowing herself the luxury... for now. ]
Re: Audio is a yellow bicycle with a squeaky wheel close enough?
[Alas, he is in fact still a teenage boy after all.]
Maybe try a goldfish next time. They never go on murderous rampages. In fact, they're totally useless.
Audio close enough yeah
Her lips twist up into a private smile that she's sure is more of a grimace. She's such a steel-cold bitch... but there's nothing to be done. At least if he does think that, he'll be happy. She knows his type. Sweet, probably a little too awkward to have much experience with girls, not to mention a little younger than she's used to, but that doesn't change much. His type is the simplest to manipulate. So simple that that voice in the back of Glen's head starts popping up telling her she's being cruel, when actually she's being very nice, just faking it all.
It makes no sense and she hates it, so she pushes it away. He'll be here soon, her very own hero. Can't have him see her wincing. ]
Action!
Hello? Miss Glen?
[Knock knock knock!]
It's Yosuke!
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They tickle, and it's annoying. She makes a show of finally wiping them away once the door's open, though, and gives Yosuke a sad smile. ]
Hey. You didn't have to come, you know. [ Since Glen is smart, she checks behind Yosuke for any other zombie creatures before shutting the door. And locking it. Twice. Then she's leaning against the door with her back propped against it, arms crossed. There are horrible things out there. On a good day, she could face them, but not on a day as surprising as this. She meets Yosuke's eyes, unsure of what else to say for the first time in what feels like forever. Her gut's usually right about these things, though, so she remains quiet. ]
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[As soon as he's in the room with Glen, some sort of invisible switch flips. Yosuke goes into lancer mode, puffing up a bit to seem bigger, wearing a serious expression. He puts a hand on one hip, unconsciously mimicking Souji. All in the interest of putting Glen at ease. She doesn't need to worry now. She has a protector in the room. Even his voice comes out a little huskies than usual.]
You shouldn't have to deal with these things alone.
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Easy to forget about stuff like that when you've spent the last two years all on your own. The tension in her shoulders relaxes somewhat. ]
Maybe not, but it's sort of... instinct, for me to try. [ Too honest. She's being too honest, and recognizes it immediately. Bad Glen, no dessert tonight! ] I mean, it's not even that bad. Give me and hour and I'll be fine. There are people who are much worse off.
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[Well, that's confusing. He deflates a little, uncertainly, and glances around for the bird. Shouldn't he at least flush that thing first or something?]
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That's not what I meant. [ To her credit, she at least says it gently and without (outwardly) judging him, though she does shake her head before walking toward her bedroom, the scene of the incident. She also makes a point not to meet Yosuke's eyes or even really look at him in case her frustration happens to showing on her face. ] Anyway, come on. It's through here. I was told I should burn it... we're sadly lacking materials for a funeral pyre, though.
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[After all, fire eats oxygen, and that's found in the air. But first they'll want somewhere to burn it safely. The bathtub could work in a pinch, and toilet paper should be enough to get the thing lit. Eurgh.]
Um. You don't have to watch if you don't want to, okay? I can wrap it up and let you say goodbye and them...uh. You know. If that's easier.