44 // VOICE
[All that can be heard is some canine growling and whining before there's a loud slap. A sharp whimper and then quiet... Creaking of rope, grinding against itself as it's tied into a knot. Finally Kakihara can be heard, albeit quietly (and in Japanese) as he seems to be addressing someone else and not the communicator.]
It's for your own good, you stupid bitch. The windows are all broken, you wouldn't want to end up on the street, would you? You're all I have left. If I let you die, Reno would be disappointed in me. I'd let you rot if he didn't love you so much.
[Glass crunches under his feet as he examines the area, snow whipping in sharply with the wind. Well, Horton. You've done a bang up job holding up so far. But now since the windows have exploded, someone is quite disappointed in you. Kakihara huffs, annoyed, and lifts his communicator to speak, in English.]
It's funny how sensitive humans are. Or... sentient creatures, in the case of this city. They're so easily tortured and afraid when their lives are too painful and eventful. Then there are people like me, who fear stagnation and numbness in their lives the most. You Scientists cater to both though, don't you?
So. This is how it ends, is it? A massive, dull whitewash to cleanse this shit hole of every single one of us. Just frightening enough to worry and stress the masses, but boring enough to drive the minority crazy. It's lucky, isn't it? We have such generous and considerate hosts.
I couldn't help but notice that the pickings have been slim. It's also lucky that I killed that cow before this all started, wouldn't you say? I've been keeping the meat by wrapping it up and shoving snow into the freezer and refrigerator, since it isn't good for anything else. I better make it last... If anybody wants some, maybe you could make it worth my while.
And don't fuck with me by trying to steal it. Shell is unforgiving when I want her to be, and so am I.
[OOC: Well... he DID hunt in his last post and has "plenty" of meat, but likely not enough to stretch through this whole thing. But a man and a wolf can't eat a whole cow alone, so feel free to try your luck with getting some of it. DON'T LET IT GO BAD?]
It's for your own good, you stupid bitch. The windows are all broken, you wouldn't want to end up on the street, would you? You're all I have left. If I let you die, Reno would be disappointed in me. I'd let you rot if he didn't love you so much.
[Glass crunches under his feet as he examines the area, snow whipping in sharply with the wind. Well, Horton. You've done a bang up job holding up so far. But now since the windows have exploded, someone is quite disappointed in you. Kakihara huffs, annoyed, and lifts his communicator to speak, in English.]
It's funny how sensitive humans are. Or... sentient creatures, in the case of this city. They're so easily tortured and afraid when their lives are too painful and eventful. Then there are people like me, who fear stagnation and numbness in their lives the most. You Scientists cater to both though, don't you?
So. This is how it ends, is it? A massive, dull whitewash to cleanse this shit hole of every single one of us. Just frightening enough to worry and stress the masses, but boring enough to drive the minority crazy. It's lucky, isn't it? We have such generous and considerate hosts.
I couldn't help but notice that the pickings have been slim. It's also lucky that I killed that cow before this all started, wouldn't you say? I've been keeping the meat by wrapping it up and shoving snow into the freezer and refrigerator, since it isn't good for anything else. I better make it last... If anybody wants some, maybe you could make it worth my while.
And don't fuck with me by trying to steal it. Shell is unforgiving when I want her to be, and so am I.
[OOC: Well... he DID hunt in his last post and has "plenty" of meat, but likely not enough to stretch through this whole thing. But a man and a wolf can't eat a whole cow alone, so feel free to try your luck with getting some of it. DON'T LET IT GO BAD?]