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Kadaj... he's back.

[His drawl gives a whole new meaning to unimpressed.]
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[The water that can be heard in the background as the transmission begins is not a drip-drip, but rather... a lot of splashing. When Yazoo speaks, his tone is a thin layer away from snapping impatiently. The lazy drawl is still audble, of course.]

This... is beginning to get a little tireso--

[He pauses, the sloshing of water also coming to a ( Read more... )

Atra.

What... is this? I gave you your apology... You would still rob us of Mother?!

[Yazoo sighs as the post begins. One can imagine the impassive stare he's wearing, because it's the most common expression to grace his face.]

Missing clothing. Ash falling from the sky. Constant bleating from the annoying sheep.

Could the gods make today anymore interesting if they tried?

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Thankfully that is over.

Kadaj... we need to talk.

With a gentle click the recording begins, though it appears that the device recording is lying poorly on its' side. The view of the church floor parallel is an obstructed one; a pair of little boots stand before the camera, and the owner's hands, cloth and unarmed for the moment, lift the device, which has likely fallen from its' resting place, ( Read more... )

[As the communicator comes to life, broadcasting Yazoo's voice over the airwaves, it becomes clear the Remnant is more than a little displeased with something that he has discovered. His always calm voice bears the signs of impatience trickling at the edges...]

Is this... some kind of joke...? I really do not find it funny.

I am not a petCloud ( Read more... )

[The screen blinks suddenly to life, static rolling across the video stream until, a moment later, the image settles, becoming focused. What is immediately visible is the old wooden floor of the church ridden with spilled water the color of ink; the basin in the church has been blown apart, or so it seems. Footsteps are then heard, soft and ( Read more... )

[The soft creaking of doors opening can be heard, and a pair of footsteps walking across an old wooden floor follow.]

...Kadaj.

[Yazoo does not sound at all pleased with the events that have transpired, though he doesn't sound very much of anything, for that matter. His voice is dreadfully monotone.]

Brother... we're back.

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[Sounding more than a little bored, Yazoo begins to mutter softly into the microphone, just moments as it clicks, coming to life. As usual, it is quiet in the background. It seems as though he is alone for the moment.]

Brother... I'm going out for some fresh air, and maybe a little target practice.

[There is a momentary pause, and then Yazoo ( Read more... )