Song Three

Jan 21, 2010 16:35

Great fiery fingers of Hell!

[Lorne's voice is jumping octaves at a time.]

What--what is this?! Why can't I see?! Are my... are my eyes still here, even?

[There's a pause as his hands shoot up to feel for them.]

Alright... still in their sockets, so I know some crazy witch hasn't taken them... like I haven't dealt with that a time or two before. Pfft, crazed women.

Great. So this is what I get for trying to help. More punishment. First my club, now my sight. I'm so sick of helping people at my expense.

...geez, that was mean. Just---people, forget I said that.

I'm just going to... you know, stumble around my room for awhile like a drunken idiot. Maybe if I feel the urge to die a horrible death via falling down a staircase or running unbeknownst into a murderous fiend, I'll try to make my way to the bar for a good sea breeze.

[The demon sighs before turning off his comm, which was difficult enough to get on in the first place.]
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