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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]

Comments

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

One of these days he's gonna pick a fight with a wolf an' I'll laugh.

[fffffff]

Why? You've got a cat.

1/2 [voice]

[spooktalk.livejournal.com]

It would be in your best interests to not let me catch sight of you when that happens.

[Dark tone, like a warning. It's not "creeper voice" but it's darn close to it.]

[voice]

[spooktalk.livejournal.com]

[And back to regular teasing tone.]

I might cry.

Then there is no need to discuss the matter further.

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Hmph. [defiant, you weird creepster, you've pulled this before] Go ahead!

... Right. [STILL KINDA LOST TY]