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[freedrinkplease]

[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

Comments

[freedrinkplease]

Did you swallow a text book?

[archivy]

In a manner of speaking. I am the Archive.

[freedrinkplease]

The what?

[archivy]

The Archive. The sum of human knowledge.

[freedrinkplease]

[ Yup, suuuure. How cute. ]

I'm not in your pretend times, babbin.

[archivy]

It is not pretend times, but you are free to believe whatever you choose.

/quietly logs into the right account.

[freedrinkplease]

[ WHY IS THIS KID GIVING HIM SASS. ]

Go back to your little cardboard box spaceship-like, don't need no babbins. if I'm here I got rid of the little brother. [ Which means no more annoying things, yesss. ]

<3

[archivy]

[ Because that is what she does, apparently. ]

If you wish for me to refrain talking to you in the future, you need only say so.

[freedrinkplease]

Normal babbins cry by now.

[archivy]

I am not a normal child.

[freedrinkplease]

Okay then, you with your talkin' funny and lookee-like a snot nosed brat.. Why?

[archivy]

Why what? Why am I not normal? I am the Archive, a magical entity. I have 2000 years of human knowledge.

[freedrinkplease]

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You not shittin' Pig, yeah?

[archivy]

No. I am not.

[freedrinkplease]

So you be a little girl knowin' the universe 'fore the dinosaurs-like. Nothin' exists like that, little girlie.

[archivy]

Not in your world. In mine, it does.

[freedrinkplease]

Your world is fulla poo.

[ CLASSY AND MATURE. ]

[archivy]

I assure you, Mr Cotter, that it is not.

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[ Just like that, he starts actually paying attention to the conversation, worry etched on his face. ]

How you be knowing Pig's name?

[archivy]

You're carrying your ID. I know everything that is written or recorded.

[freedrinkplease]

[ That...is terrifying. ]

Well, I'm not Darren. Just Pig, no stupid name like Darren, hey?

[archivy]

[ Basically, yes. ]

Of course. Pig.

[freedrinkplease]

An' you the Archive?

[archivy]

That is who and what I am.