[Visual] [To everyone]

[smecker]

The tablet gives an image of... Paul Smecker, looking slightly disheveled, and Glitch looking seriously disheveled, as well as bleeding from scratches on his face. Both of them are rather damp although Glitch is fairly water-logged.

"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"

"--this is more important--"

"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"

Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"

Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.

"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"

(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)

"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"

"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"

Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.


[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]

Comments

Re: [voice] [locked]

[skinandbone]

She stares at his image (what cod of crazy owls does Glitch's world have?) and makes the most pertinent objection she has: "I'm not a child"

Re: [voice] [locked]

[personaldemon]

"Nor have you screamed! --Yet.
"Care to make that fact a bet?"

Re: [voice] [locked]

[skinandbone]

She draws herself up, unable to disguise the shiver that runs through her.

"Why are you doing this to us?"

Wait.

"Why are you doing this to me? I haven't hurt anyone, least of all you!"

[voice] [locked]

[personaldemon]

"Why? Why? Why do birds fly?
"Why do trees grow, and why do babes cry?
"Why do mortals die, and cowards fear?
"Because it's in their nature, dear."

Re: [voice] [locked]

[skinandbone]

She draws herself up.

"'In my nature' is a crap reason to do anything, which anyone old enough to talk should know."

[voice] [locked]

[personaldemon]

"Really? How compelling your wisdom, Your Venerable Nibs
"So tell me, why do you swan about eating ribs?"

Re: [voice] [locked]

[skinandbone]

She blinks at him, looking honestly and completely lost at this apparent non sequitor.

"Be...cause there's a lot of them on a deer...?"

Re: [voice] [locked]

[skinandbone]

She blinks at him, looking honestly and completely lost at this apparent non sequitor.

"Be...cause there's a lot of them on a deer...? Lots of hunters keep the cuts they like?"

[personaldemon]

Eyerolls do not have a sound, alas.

"Stupid chit. Why bones, you goose, why not sweet meat?
"Because they're the thing that you must eat.
"Because your tastes run to the charnel
"As mine run to things cruel and carnal.
"If as nature bids be reason lacking
"Then your own habits have no backing."

[skinandbone]

Primly, "I do eat the meat. And there is a difference between - between a biological imperative and tastes."

"And there is a difference between a need, and how one goes about fulfilling it."

[personaldemon]

A laugh like a hyena's bark, briefly causing static feedback on the tablet. The rasping voice howls with humour.

"What's that I taste in prison's water?
"Self-righteousness from graveyard's daughter.
"Oh, justify it as you will
"Even while you sup your fill
"On cracking shins and sweet, fat marrow.
"But I'm a creature born of Hell
"And no minister can tell
"Where 'needs' diverge from straight-and-narrow--
"Where the line that sep-a-rates
"Our cravings from our fulsome hates
"Where the point that does divide
"Hell's hungers from those noisome tides
"That draw us on, in lieu of Love,
"Or other motives of them above."

[skinandbone]

Metody narrows her eyes - and then takes a deep breath, and settles her hands down, one on top of the other.

Patience. The best response to someone being grating is patience. Be soft, be calm, be like a cloud that absorbs the momentum of whatever is thrown at it.

Everything passes.

"Everyone I know chooses their actions," she says quietly. "But - perhaps you don't. That is a shame, that you are so constrained."

[personaldemon]

There's a few beats of silence on the other end of the line, and then another howling laugh, punctuated by a smacking noise (Etrigan has just slapped his knee, not that Metody can see it).

"Constrained! Dear girl, you have no clue!
"But this prison I share with all of you,
"And in that there's freedom sweet.
"I'll bid adieu, though we'll yet meet;
"But will you display a body true
"Or still jam yourself in fleshy shoe?"

[skinandbone]

...shoe?

Well, if he has to rhyme, what's the alternative? 'Garb' doesn't have my rhymes. Attire? To rhyme with.......wire?

"Mmm. Good evening, then." And there is a soft click when she turns off the transmission.

Metody sits in her pink living room for a long way.

Well.