oo1 . voice/action

[forhishonor]

--Hey!

[ the sound of muffled footsteps, quick and light, can be heard, followed a scant second later by swearing. ]

GIVE MY SWORD BACK, YOU ASSHOLE!

[ language, young master nightray. ]

Ugh! Give me that back or I swear on my honor as a Nightray that I will make you pay!

[ and now, more rapid footsteps, this time much louder and clearer than the last set. if you're prowling around the streets of the city, it might be best to scurry out of the way lest you be slammed into by an angry little boy. ]

Comments

...done : ( b

[a_parting_word]

[ And maybe you really shouldn't leave your camera on during faux-existentialist crises, Mr. not-Nightray, sir. You really shouldn't. Sigh. ]


...afternoon. Elliot.

1/pi no really I don't know I'll get back to you

[forhishonor]

[ what


PLEASE HOLD WHILE ELLIOT STOPS RUNNING ]

[forhishonor]

Gilbert?

[ wtf why is your voice coming from his pocket? ]

[forhishonor]

[ FUMBLING IN SAID POCKET - don't mind the loud rustling of cloth in your ears - AND FISHING OUT A WEIRD


box.
thing.



what the hell is this. ]

[forhishonor]

[ and why the hell is Gilbert's face on the screen? ]

Are you in a box....?

[ dude, where's my car this is just weird. ]

...yeah, I think I'm done

[forhishonor]

[ but speaking of -- ]

AND DON'T TELL ME TO STOP RUNNING, THAT BASTARD HAS MY SWORD!!

[ and not the euphemistic one either. ]

1/2

[a_parting_word]

[ the suddenly calmest, most solemn person that ever did live in a box ]

I'll have your sword returned.

[a_parting_word]

Just say - let get me get a good look at you. I said, good afternoon.


[ That's right, remember your dues, or your manners, or whatever will stop you in your place and let your not-brother enjoy your face for a few seconds, little tsun. ]

[forhishonor]

[ is this really the time for social niceties? his honor and place as a Nightray is at stake! ]

You can't even quit smoking, how are you going to get my sword back?

[ honestly. ]

And I can get it back myself!

1/3

[a_parting_word]

I... there was that one time, I abstained for twenty minutes and then that other time...

[a_parting_word]

One thing has nothing to do with the other -

[a_parting_word]

Elliot... Elliot, you haven't given up on the strength of my will, have you?

1/2

[forhishonor]

[ and to think he calls this man his brother. ]

[forhishonor]

What part of Reveil is this anyway? It doesn't look like any place I've seen before.

[ just. gonna ignore that last question, okay. ]

1/...

[a_parting_word]

Elliot...

[a_parting_word]

...Elliot...

[a_parting_word]

...Ellliooooooot...

[a_parting_word]

...Elli... oooooooot......

[a_parting_word]

...Elliiiiiiooooooooooootttt....

[a_parting_word]

.........Elllllllliiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooooooot...

[a_parting_word]

...Elli -

[a_parting_word]

done, I am mostly sorry : (

[a_parting_word]

It... it isn't. I'm sorry. I'm afraid it isn't. Take... take a seat, Elliot. If you can - if you'd like.

1/2 /.................dies

[forhishonor]

I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!

[forhishonor]

And what do you mean, it isn't?