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[failhound]

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[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--

never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]

--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...

[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--

[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather. whatthefactor.]

[--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]

... MOTHERFU--

[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]

[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]

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[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Good sir there seems to be a kitty on you.]

...a lion?

[But it was the wrong color.]

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[HE NOTICED]

A stupid... mutant lion! [he mostly just sounds like he got the wind knocked out of him]

[voice]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[JUST MAKING SURE. NORA CAN BE KIND OF A DERP SOMETIMES]

Is that why it's black, then?


[...]

Are you okay?

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[WHAT KIND OF DERP DO YOU TAKE HIM FOR REALLY]

Who the hell knows! Maybe it got on the wrong side of an Ignis spell, whatever!

... And I'm fine! [i.e. he'll live]