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... [there's cursing, some racket and a sour exorcist in the process of wtf-ing over his clothing and where he is. A hand is resting on the hilt of a sword held in a tight grip in his other hand, twitching to draw it in case someone would enter the room]
What the fucking hell is going on? If this is supposed to be a stupid joke, I’m not amused at all. I demand some sort of explanation right now, and without delay. [comes closer and glares into the viewpoint of the sphere, having figured out a little of it already, but hasn't seen anyone else yet]
You, whoever is recording this for some moronic reason, I want answers and I want them now before I start tearing the place for them instead. I’m sure you wouldn’t like a sword through your gut. If I could find you, you bastard.
[ooc; Heading off for shower, but I'll brb~ :D back o/ And soon off to bed ^^;]
What the fucking hell is going on? If this is supposed to be a stupid joke, I’m not amused at all. I demand some sort of explanation right now, and without delay. [comes closer and glares into the viewpoint of the sphere, having figured out a little of it already, but hasn't seen anyone else yet]
You, whoever is recording this for some moronic reason, I want answers and I want them now before I start tearing the place for them instead. I’m sure you wouldn’t like a sword through your gut. If I could find you, you bastard.
[ooc; Heading off for shower, but I'll brb~ :D back o/ And soon off to bed ^^;]