May 09, 2010 00:48
[Video flicks onto just a typical exchange between one of the receptionists and a new refugee.]
[-except the refugee had a rather fancy sword hilt in hand, the blade ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.]
Villain! You try my patience with each preceding form you throw in my direction. Now answer me, what became of Neo Verona?
I already told you. Now if you would fill out this form listing allergies-
Do you take me for a fool? How do you honestly think I would immediately believe the words of someone showing such apathy towards-?
Sign here please.
Tch. Fine. Hand that over.
[Releasing the sword, Odin filled out the last form and stormed away from the counter.]
Stubborn ass! I’ve seen better deliveries from Willie’s actors.
[Huffing a bit, Odin parked himself against a wall, giving a friendly elbow to get some of those aggressions out. Falling back a bit, Odin fell into a sit, his head resting against his knees.]
Dammit! It can’t be true. I refuse to believe their lies. Neo Verona can’t be gone…..it can’t be…
You can't be gone Romeo...
[…Did Odin’s voice turn a little feminine at the end? Must be your imagination.]
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