◂ ☁ een | voice
( Holland is currently sitting on the curbside of a somewhat-abandoned street, surveying his surroundings rather suspiciously. There’s a reason for this, of course; he hasn’t been in Discedo for about a month and a half now, and several things have changed in the interim. The biggest change? Holland himself. Because he is now the Dutch Republic, which means he’s regressed in time about five hundred years. So the entirety of this world is, if not freaking him out, exactly, worrying him quite a bit.
At length, he pulls at the communicator and starts pressing buttons haphazardly. Eventually, he manages to activate the Voice Function, albeit unintentionally. )
Godverdomme…welke de hel...probably fuckin’ Spanje’s doing. …’ll murder him. Murder him a million times…
( The rest of the feed is a series of indiscriminate mumblings, a blend of Dutch and English that shows the speaker’s note entirely comfortable with the latter. Finally, as he gets fed up, a rather louder inflection is heard- )
Oi! The fuck is going on here! Someone answer, dammit.
At length, he pulls at the communicator and starts pressing buttons haphazardly. Eventually, he manages to activate the Voice Function, albeit unintentionally. )
Godverdomme…welke de hel...probably fuckin’ Spanje’s doing. …’ll murder him. Murder him a million times…
( The rest of the feed is a series of indiscriminate mumblings, a blend of Dutch and English that shows the speaker’s note entirely comfortable with the latter. Finally, as he gets fed up, a rather louder inflection is heard- )
Oi! The fuck is going on here! Someone answer, dammit.