[ Voice ] A Desperate Plea

[crawfordsands]

[ His voice is very strained and hoarse. Anyone near Zelda's would have heard why--a lot of yelling, screaming and general senseless rage. There was a slur to his words, as he finally got his alcohol fix. But, most of all, he sounds utterly desperate. ]

You.....Gods. You bastards that dragged me here. You--

[ A choked sound. ]--Please. I just

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[trialbyfiregods]

[The voice is a tapestry woven of everyone Crawford has ever heard. It may sound most like his mother, maybe, or his brother, the voice of the Senator an undercurrent.]

He does not have him yet.

Of course, times change...

It will be difficult for him to fly with his wings clipped...

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[crawfordsands]

[ Oooh yeah, that voice disturbs him. ]

I--wuh--

How do I know you're not just....SAYING that? He could be DEAD!

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[trialbyfiregods]

He could be.

Yes. I could be just saying it. Or making it up.

But, you did ask.

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[crawfordsands]

[ Cue anger, frustration and desperation. ]

I asked to KNOW! I can make all the fucking assumptions on my OWN! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON OUT THERE!

[michaeloffire]

Crawford.

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[crawfordsands]

[ Trying so very hard to sound angry, but really just sounds tired. ]

...what do you want?

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[michaeloffire]

Let's go for a walk or something. You can show me how that puppet thing works or I'll show you where the lobstrosities sleep at night.

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[crawfordsands]

[ Why, confusion, you seem to be quite common today. ]

You--

--what's the catch?

[Voice]

[sorighteously]

Have faith, Crawford.

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[crawfordsands]

Not so easy when even the angels are tellin' ya you're screwed....

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[sorighteously]

Well... Logically...

That man was looking for you, wasn't he?