Jul 01, 2011 23:06
[There's the familiar click of the Forge turning on. And then... silence.]
[And then more silence.]
[And the voice that finally breaks it isn't someone new at all. It's Buffy.]
....oh my god, say something before we all crumble to dust.
[Now you can hear the new guy. Revel in the awkward.]
Uh... hi?
...do I really have to talk into this thing? I'm more of a face to face guy, I seriously doubt most people are gonna-- okay, you know what, pointing that at me isn't necessary.
[Let's try this again. He speaks into the microphone this time.]
So. Anatole. ...Figures I'd be sent somewhere with a name like that, it's always nice when the powers in charge have a sense of humor.
...Look, I know I don't belong here. I know whoever might be listening doesn't belong here either, and I'm told it's impossible to get back. Gotta say though, after a few dimension hops, "impossible" isn't as impressive an obstacle as you might think. So if you're stuck here too, don't worry.
But first, I need to find some people. If anyone recognizes my voice... It's Angel. We need to regroup.
[From the silence that follows it sounds like he's finished, but after a long moment he continues, muffled, as though turning to talk to someone.]
'Crumble to dust'? You know, some people would call that insensitive--[click!]
the trickster,
buffy,
spike,
merlin,
!angel,
roxas