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

[errandry]

—hey! You see what street you're on?

[forhishonor]

[ slows down ever so slightly at the voice. why are there so many voices today?? ]

No. They all look the same to me!

[errandry]

No landmarks or store names or anything?

[forhishonor]

[ he slows down to squint at the nearest sign. ]

There's a....Cafe Juliet.

[ wherever the hell that is. ]

[errandry]

... that's gonna open up into a lot of roads. You keeping up?

[forhishonor]

....No.

[ dammit. more swearing. ]

Is there someone I can report him to?

[errandry]

There's the police, but I wouldn't try 'em. Could ask around on here.

[forhishonor]

What's wrong with the police? Aren't they supposed to be uphold the law?

[errandry]

Supposed to, yeah. Doesn't mean they all do it. And the network's faster anyway.

[forhishonor]

Then we need to report them! We can't have police officers that don't properly do their jobs!

[ blah blah blah stfu Elliot. ]

[errandry]

Been there, done that, reset the game fifty times. You, uh, don't have any more weapons on you, right?