172 Near Disasters
Voice Post (Accidental)
[Recording begins mid-clatter as the microphone and the PDA it's part of strike the floor. After the device has come to rest, there's only the sound of harsh, rapid breathing for several seconds. Then, uncharacteristically, a shaken but sincere, "Damn it," pitched for Niko's ears only (thank you so much, City and circumstance, for making the effort pointless). A few moments more pass in silence before the rustle of sheets and groan of springs indicate Niko's gotten out of bed. A small sound of amusement, not quite a laugh, escapes him. His next words come from a greater distance, perhaps said into the hall.]
Cal, I appreciate the effort, but don't you think one is enough?
[ooc: Item number one! This should have been posted in the morning, but since I wouldn't have been able to reply, it's posted now and backdated. Number two! Cal gave Nik a particular photo the other day for his own good. Number three! Niko woke up to several more photos in his room. He'll figure out it's a curse when he's had a proper look.
Possible photos made available include: (1) a seven-year-old Niko reading a book as thick as his arm at the kitchen table while his little brother eats dinner; (2) eighteen-year-old Niko standing with a drunk Sophia in a dilapidated kitchen, handing over money; (3) a more recent photo of a very annoyed Niko holding a revenant's head under water as what's left of its body struggles; (4) another of him appearing to nurse a headache while someone (Robin, for those who'd recognize him) carries on an enthused one-sided conversation (the triplet story, probably).]
[Recording begins mid-clatter as the microphone and the PDA it's part of strike the floor. After the device has come to rest, there's only the sound of harsh, rapid breathing for several seconds. Then, uncharacteristically, a shaken but sincere, "Damn it," pitched for Niko's ears only (thank you so much, City and circumstance, for making the effort pointless). A few moments more pass in silence before the rustle of sheets and groan of springs indicate Niko's gotten out of bed. A small sound of amusement, not quite a laugh, escapes him. His next words come from a greater distance, perhaps said into the hall.]
Cal, I appreciate the effort, but don't you think one is enough?
[ooc: Item number one! This should have been posted in the morning, but since I wouldn't have been able to reply, it's posted now and backdated. Number two! Cal gave Nik a particular photo the other day for his own good. Number three! Niko woke up to several more photos in his room. He'll figure out it's a curse when he's had a proper look.
Possible photos made available include: (1) a seven-year-old Niko reading a book as thick as his arm at the kitchen table while his little brother eats dinner; (2) eighteen-year-old Niko standing with a drunk Sophia in a dilapidated kitchen, handing over money; (3) a more recent photo of a very annoyed Niko holding a revenant's head under water as what's left of its body struggles; (4) another of him appearing to nurse a headache while someone (Robin, for those who'd recognize him) carries on an enthused one-sided conversation (the triplet story, probably).]