[Voice]

[inyourgarden]

[There's no joking around in Seifer's voice today. Instead there's a clear authoritative tone that brooks no squabbling. You can argue with him if you want, but don't expect to get anywhere. It's pretty clear whatever he's got into his head he means to see done, one way or another.]I want 'em. Whoever has her pieces bring them to the hospital. Is

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[voice; most bastardized accent ever]

[libertyfuckyeah]

...I apologize fer yer loss. Ya thinkin' of gettin' her embalmed?

[voice; ffff]

[inyourgarden]

[...] I think I liked you better when you were just an asshole. How much longer you gonna be at this?

[voice; alabambalaian]

[libertyfuckyeah]

I didn't mean ta offend?

Ya mean the civil war? Hopefully not fer much longer. Things are lookin' a bit grim.

[voice; alabambalaian]

[inyourgarden]

Tch... you didn't. Just weird.

Never heard of it. I meant how much longer you gonna be having a different personality every few days. Gettin' a bit ridiculous at this point.

[voice; alabambalaian]

[libertyfuckyeah]

Ah, that's good then.

Every few days? I think yer misunderstanding yer time, or the city itself is messin' with mine. It's been 'bout a year since the outbreak of this civil war an' I was created along with Billy.

[voice; alabambalaian]

[inyourgarden]

[Normally. NORMALLY. He would make fun of you to hell and back for that America. He's on his knightness today though so he's being nice.]

...Right. You know where you are?

[voice; alabambalaian]

[libertyfuckyeah]

Believe I'm in the Marshall Street housin' at the moment. 'less the Federals drugged me up an' threw me somewhere else.