008 :: \voice\

[monkeyboned]

[crackle, thud, the thin skif of sandals spreading across gravel. then someone's knees fall to the ground. the violent sounds of someone thoroughly losing their breakfast hit the communicator around the same time the breakfast hits the street. slowly, she gets to her feet, and snorts, a small, nauseous quaver in the sharpness of her throat.]--

Comments

[riotinstereo]

[ Have some silence -- because he remembers her and he really can't decide if this is a good thing or not. ]

... Lucky you.

[monkeyboned]

--tch. Reno. You're still here, huh.

Yeah, lucky me.

[riotinstereo]

Yeah, I still can't catch a break.

At least you didn't lose your memory. I get tired of explaining this place.

[monkeyboned]

Could be worse. You coulda died again. And this time I wouldn't've been around to prevent your ass from gettin' eaten!

[monkeyboned]

Don't even joke about that.

[riotinstereo]

... Right. That wasn't going to happen again. I'm usually pretty good at keeping myself alive.

I'm not. Seems like it's gotten to be a regular occurrence around here.

[monkeyboned]

If you weren't, I guess you'd be dead!

Heh.

... what the shit.

[riotinstereo]

Don't get your hopes up.

Ask the Magisters, I'm sure they'll tell you all about it.

[monkeyboned]

Oh, they're still around? Guess I should go say hi sometime!

[riotinstereo]

Go ahead, they'll be happy to hear from you.

[monkeyboned]

I bet Caim's just pissin' his pants.

[riotinstereo]

Heh. Knowing him, he probably is.

[monkeyboned]

No wonder he always smells weird.

[riotinstereo]

That solves one mystery.