Marco the Phoenix (
fierybluebird) wrote2011-04-05 04:01 pm
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11 - AU!Disc [Audio] In which pineapples are plentiful
Has anyone seen my Ace of Spades?
Linda apparently can't find it. She's good at finding other stuff though, but not Rika's crystals. Which is a shame, I was going to hang them up in the windows. Might liven up all the black. [In the background there's the sound of a woman tsking him and reminding him that he gets to decorate the office, not the apartment, so he should suck up and deal because black is the in-thing.]
Yeah, right, anyway. Got in touch with the Sandwich Factory --
[At this, the transmission is interrupted for a loud THWACK! as something loud was thrown and cracked near the communicator.] NOT YOU LINDA. GOD! PUT THE HEELS DOWN! You're worse than Pops' nurses!
[And a loud woman's voice.] WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
[And anyone who knows Marco might recognized this silence as Marco's usual deadpan thinking up the right thing to say.] Love you baby? [WELL, apparently that worked because the woman devolves into a bunch of coos and purrs.] Right, I'm just going to take that heel now... before you break things. Haha. Wait. What is that on the plate?
Spam on toast with pineapple! It's your favorite!
That's inedible.
[And that would be the sound of Marco getting slapped and the voice wandering away yelling he can get his own damn food then.]
Right. Okay. Yeah. So uh. I guess anyone who finds this not an ordinary day and has lots of missing stuff, check in. Maybe we can find it together with a giant lost and found or something. Thanks.
Linda apparently can't find it. She's good at finding other stuff though, but not Rika's crystals. Which is a shame, I was going to hang them up in the windows. Might liven up all the black. [In the background there's the sound of a woman tsking him and reminding him that he gets to decorate the office, not the apartment, so he should suck up and deal because black is the in-thing.]
Yeah, right, anyway. Got in touch with the Sandwich Factory --
[At this, the transmission is interrupted for a loud THWACK! as something loud was thrown and cracked near the communicator.] NOT YOU LINDA. GOD! PUT THE HEELS DOWN! You're worse than Pops' nurses!
[And a loud woman's voice.] WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
[And anyone who knows Marco might recognized this silence as Marco's usual deadpan thinking up the right thing to say.] Love you baby? [WELL, apparently that worked because the woman devolves into a bunch of coos and purrs.] Right, I'm just going to take that heel now... before you break things. Haha. Wait. What is that on the plate?
Spam on toast with pineapple! It's your favorite!
That's inedible.
[And that would be the sound of Marco getting slapped and the voice wandering away yelling he can get his own damn food then.]
Right. Okay. Yeah. So uh. I guess anyone who finds this not an ordinary day and has lots of missing stuff, check in. Maybe we can find it together with a giant lost and found or something. Thanks.
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So I'm assuming it's that. Slavers have an easier time selling non-humans. Higher price, humans worry less about owning different species than their own.
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all this for nothin
id rather the demon had found and decapitated me then this
fuckin muddlin brine suckin mother glubbin cattywwompus thinkin dirt lickers!
im goin to vvery wwell...
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I'm not letting you get sold. I promise.
[God Marco, make EVERYTHING A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE why don't you?]
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fuck
i dont havve a wweapon
ill gore them to death
my horns may not be fully devveloped but i swwear on the royal sea trolls
theyll become gl bgolyb bait wwhen im done wwith em
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no
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Rampage when it's good. Timing is at least 30% of the art of war.
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and wwonder
wwho is here
wwho are wwe missin
fef wwont reply and i am wworried glubbin sick
i just i
im pathetic
i cant evven be hopeful for my teammates i just
THERE IS NO HOPE
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I can't get a hold of Ace or his brother either.
I need you to keep it together though, I don't trust Sol enough to rely on him, so you're my ears and ears in that place. Think you can handle it?
Sandwich factory, Seifer, and I are putting together a list of who's here. So far it seems like practically everyone from Discedo except the ones we want. And everyone is either at school or work. It's fucking bizarre mate, but it's a clue.
Think you can spy around in that place to find out who's there and we'll send updates?
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i can try but
dont count on me
they already suspect me
and probs sol
and kar
i mean wwere kind of the angriest of the group i suppose
but evveryone else is too stupid to be trusted
wwell
except ara
i wwill havve her continue bein eyes and ears should somethin happen to me
shes trustable
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I'll keep you up to date with everything out there, but so far it's boring. Just weird. It's like people we don't know know us.
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wwanna trade places wwith me then?
im sure id find somethin outside to do
i alwways find stuff to do
evven wwhen im alone
wwhich is 99.9% of the time
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I'll fuck shit up if they mess with my family and they have.
I'm just tempered by keeping people safe, all right?
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and use it to make a pretty long ladder
and then use that ladder to knock on my wwindoww in this dorm
its barred but at least its a wwindoww
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What floor are you on?
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could be the fourth
fifth
sixth
third
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We'll just do it prison break style.
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especially so if i cant get out
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Especially if you give him a den den mushi to find his friends.
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Point is, Seifer's out tracking everyone down. We'll get you guys out.
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if youre sure
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Just try not to get them mad for now, okay? Easier if we can take them by surprise.
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try anywways
ivve already kind of angered them
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Just give it your best, eh. I'll never ask for more than that.
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