labyrinth 〣 002 〣 voice

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[ The post opens with the sound of Ariadne's device being dropped on the ground -- a loud, metallic clatter followed by a definitive scrape. She's running maybe, that's the only explanation for the rhythmic beat to her breath which is shallow and hurried and occasionally undercut by a muttered: ] --come on, come on, come on.

[ Her footfalls

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[after much contemplation... he does kind of give a damn cause hey, twin!face. as much as he dislikes Kitty for being Kitty (AND for being part of the leather geeks), it's nice to have a familiar face around]

You alive?

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[ It takes a while for Ariadne to respond. She does, eventually, a few hours after the post has gone up. ]

Hi, John.

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What the fuck was all that about?

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A minotaur.

[ OH SO HELPFUL. ]

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That Greek shit?

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Once upon a time. Now it's in our backyard.

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Must have missed the PSA.

People like you should stick to staying indoors.