Fourteenth Howl - [ audio ] - filtered from Bellatrix

[stray_gunner]

 ...this place keeps on getting better and better.

[A possibly familiar, staticky sigh.]

If you happen to find a ring in the alley behind the new arrivals block, it's mine.

[His tone says he doubts you will.]

...what the hell is a 'Mudblood,' anyway?

[[ooc: so. part of his hand got burned away and one of his lovely rings fell off. :[ He would like it

Comments

Voice

[i_love_squats]

Never a dull moment, huh?

Voice

[stray_gunner]

Mmm.

What's this shit about a sickness about, anyway?

Voice

[i_love_squats]

You don't have it, I take it? Black splotches? Oozy? Kinda gross?

Voice

[stray_gunner]

No. Sounds nasty though.

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

[Small mumble, like someone's only just woken]

Mmmmf. Mud ...bloods. Oh. I remember that book. From home. I wish Spike were here. He could read it. To me. Or Mother. Could...

[Sound of someone turning over - possibly in a bed.]

[voice]

[samianscar]

DAWN! Where the- I've been looking everywhere for-

...I guess that should be your line... I've been stuck down a rabbit whole with some yammering- doesn't matter. Back now. On my way. ...Will be on my way as soon as I know where to go. Where are you? What's wrong?

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

Spike?

[Hear the weak smile!]

Hey, you.

[sigh.]

Clinic. Sephiroth [mumble mumble] back.

[voice & sound effects]

[samianscar]

Clinic?

[ instantly shoves the forge in his pocket and sets off at a dead run for the right part of town. ]

[ Which is easy to tell, 'cause he forgot to turn the forge off. ]

[ Have some annoying sounds of leather rustling and unhelpful viewscreen smudging and occasional British slang expostulations, before the right button is accidentally smooshed and turns the damn thing off. ]

[voice]

[lumenrelegandus]

...Where did you hear that?

I can explain, but I'm much more interested in what you might tell me. Is there somewhere we can meet?

[voice | private]

[stray_gunner]

Someone screamed at me.

[A pause.]

[Then, //private.]

What do you know about it?

[voice | private]

[lumenrelegandus]

I don't doubt it.

[Private]

Forgive me, I don't trust these devices. Can you meet me at the Folkehaven Bookstore in an hour?

[ She could guess it but probably wouldn't set foot in it. ]

[voice | private] log?

[stray_gunner]

...Yeah. Okay.

[He does sound wary, but what did you expect?]

[voice]

[reticents]

[still a bit tired, geostigma and all, but it's been getting better. still making an effort to sound normal]

How the hell do you lose a ring? Get your hand cut off?

[voice]

[stray_gunner]

More like burned.

...Eggplant.

[voice]

[reticents]

[hnngg. just. makes a scoff at that. sick + tired = passive cranky. :c]

So now you're missing a hand.

[voice]

[stray_gunner]

[No reply? ...weird, he decides, but ignores it.]

Not really.