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taxonomites2013-05-18 03:08 am
smecker) wrote in taxonomites2013-05-18 03:08 am
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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.]
"--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.]
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Daisybelle and...oh, the Lost Dogs. Had he asked her about Stray Cats? He'll need to ask her about Stray Cats.
"And I can be plenty friendly if there's help to be had," Glitch replies with a shrug. "Or just in general. Maybe after this is over I can formally introduce myself."
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She smiles a little. "That would be nice."