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[misprision]

[VOICE ENABLED]

[Scraping, clattering. The voice that finally pipes up is so unlike anything anyone has ever heard from him. It's a rough hiss, frantic and a little hateful, like he's just learned some terrible secret that he's desperate for the world to hear.]

It's always grinning at me out of dead eyes. Do you think that's fair? Do you think

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[allthisviolence]

...oh, oh, I think I like you.

[misprision]

it's putting holes in me

[allthisviolence]

What is? What is? God? The Devil?

Fuck 'em. Kill them. They are worthless, they do not exist, you can be better, fight it, fight it, you're not gonna let them BEAT YOU are you?

[[ooc: he's having entirely too much fun right now]]

[VOICE]

[misprision]

[what sounds faintly like retching for a couple seconds.] No, it's been like this for months, this sickness. There's no point, I'll just go back to my cell.

[moodformelody]

Are you kidding me I don't want to deal with this -

Kristoph. Where are you?

[VOICE]

[misprision]

Klavier, Klavier, I d-- [a helpless huff. plaintive:] Klavier, Klavier, Klavier, Klavier...

[moodformelody]

Dammit, Kristoph. Calm down. What do you see around you?

[ttlymostspecial]

Keep it down, you're hurting my ears.

[beyondback_up]

Then poke the eyes out.

[misprision]

I did that already.

[beyondback_up]

He can still see you, dig deeper.

[moodformelody]

Leave him alone.

[technoballistic]

...Kristoph?

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[misprision]

trucy.

trucy wri
ght.

2/2

[misprision]

So you've come hEre to hang over my HEAD.

[technoballistic]

Wh-what?

Kristoph, what are you talking about? Who's Trucy?