[unfiltered due to late 700-early 800s intelligence + 1950s technology. Who was phone?]
[a rustling of fabric, followed up by the sound of a small table being rooted through and tipped over after not finding anything worth while--and the phone goes with it to clatter onto the floor. He doesn't know it's going all out through the network]
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I ain't really sure where I am either--Ol' Angle really got us good, huh?
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This place seems like it'll be easy to raid, don't it?
I mean look at this village, they're practically beggin' for it!
[Another laugh is heard here and he sighs]
Just tell me where ya are, I've got my hands on my axe! It's all we need, ain't it?
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I'm in this strange... Cottage.
[Hear that angry drone yelling? He wants it to shut up but he lacks the axe]
With a loud woman.
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We'll 'play' plenty when I ge--
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Are you being held hostage?
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How should I know? I'm having enough trouble understanding her the way it is. She talks too fast.
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...Ehh, that's really sad that Angle's been reduced to having women screech at us to defend himself. Ignore her or something...
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Is there anything special about your 'cottage'? They all look alike!
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Such a cowa--[and out from the window comes a wooden chair, followed by not only the woman screaming, but now Norway too in frantic Old Norse]
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...Maybe.
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But at least, I've found you now...
[BRB ENTERING HOUSE HI, IGNORING YOUR WIFE]
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What ever happened to that Partner-Locating magic in your head? Granted I haven't burnt anything down, but didn't I tell you at Iona to follow the sounds of the screaming villagers and the burning cottages? You found me in that Abbey, remember?
[SITTING PRETTY PROUDLY IN AN ARM CHAIR. WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TRYING TO IGNORE THE DRONE WOMAN TO THE BEST OF OUR ABILITY]
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