»log 001 [voice; english]

Mar 23, 2010 15:16

[Pauuuse. Click click. The gentle noise of gears whirring, the more brash scarping of metal against metal. "Use me" wasn't the most reassuring of messages for one to receive upon entering an apparent foreign land, but that was just as what he did. Or attempted to, really. The device is turned onto audio, and a few disgruntled noises, mostly crude language, can be heard. Before the voice of the individual holding it becomes more tangible.]

--Oii, Cap'n! If I didn' know any better, I'd say ye were holdin' us hostage-- not the nicest of things ter do, considerin' what was worked out, eh?

[More fiddling with the communicator.]

... An' if anyone's actually listenin'-- I got a bone to pick wit--

[And he suddenly cuts off, listening for something more immediately pertinent. A brief moment of silence, and then footsteps, the uneven crunch of snow underneath shoes. Gathering speed. An unintelligible roar, human and beast alike, a loud clank of metal before--

shhhHBOOOOOOM!]

[Some more given silence after that little out burst, accompanied with the noise of sizzling; as of the aftermath of flesh being blasted apart. The man's breathing is quick and ragged, simply colored surprised if anything.]

... Aye. Well now, pretty sure that warn't native to Montressor's outskirts. Then again, ye can never be too sure these days...

what the shit was that, !discedo, !ic

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