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[crowmage]

[The audio cuts on halfway through a sentence; Jack sounds angry and is mostly muttering to himself, sometimes drowned out by the sounds of destruction and chaos in the background.]

--Icarus, where the fuck is that? [There's a distant scream, and Jack pauses for several moments before his attention is turned elsewhere. His voice gets stronger as

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[deal_withthe]

[....okay, there's a few moments of silence while he listens to that post again, because....well now, that's not a voice he was expecting to hear around so soon.]

[But the voice on this end? Just sounds so happy to hear it.]

I think you have a little more to worry about than that right now, Winter.

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[crowmage]

[Jack's tone takes on a much darker, angrier edge when he realizes who it is bothering him through the odd device. His last shred of patience wouldn't be enough to carry him through a conversation with Belial.]

Sod off. We have no business together.

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[deal_withthe]

Oh, we have a lot of business together. [Sadly, that tone seems to be having close to no effect on him. If anything, he just sounds that much happier.] But I suppose that can wait until you get your arse away from the fire fight. I'd hate for you to get hurt before we can meet up properly.

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[crowmage]

A fire fight sounds like the better option. Makes me antsy, being out of the thick of things for so long.

[If anything, the brief explanation of the disorder outside seemed to pique his interest, and it carried over into his words.]

I wouldn't want to upset you, if seeing me brought back all those bitter memories of my escape.

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[immortalstudies]

[well, now that he figured out how to communicate with this thing... he loves the video feed thing, it's so personal. hello brit, enjoy the frenchie accent.]

This might be a little difficult, Mr...?

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[crowmage]

[Jack's getting increasingly frustrated; first, with Belial's voice taunting him, and now random faces showing up on the device. He's not exactly polite as he addresses the man's image.]

What might be difficult? Who are you?

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[immortalstudies]

Getting back, of course.

[o, a pause. right, he's talking to people. people want manners.]

Ah, that's right, where are my manners? Huey. Huey Laforet.

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[crowmage]

Can't be that hard.

[Jack snorts quietly, in a sort of derisive way.]

Huey. Isn't that a duck's name?

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[thebooksaysso]

[And here's a genuinely concerned voice on the line now, because that background noise isn't the most reassuring thing.]

Sir, are you all right?

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[crowmage]

[Jack's mumbling, but not doing a fantastic job of keeping his thoughts quiet enough to go unheard.] Another one? Maybe this thing's not worth lugging around.

[He gets louder now, making a point to sound as unconcerned as possible.]

I'm bloody fantastic. Couldn't be better.

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[foolnornovice]

I would advise against pawning the device. [A beat.] This place is a different world, as it's been surmised.

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[crowmage]

Thanks, I got that. [Jack's tired and cranky, and it carries over into the conversation.] You have any useful information for me?

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[foolnornovice]

What have you been told? [He's used to it. He can deal.]

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[crowmage]

Only that I'm not in Kansas anymore.