{Animus}

[adstring_npc]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]


leftovers slightly stale

found them in the _corner
forgotten rejected saved from last year
do they ever go bad

we tip our bats to you
be careful with them

Comments

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

was it ever

[flameandpassion]

Bats. Are you siccing bats on us?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

also us

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

maybe can't you
or is your hearing gone too?

[somethingspecial]

This isn't funny!

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

that's good

we're

[somethingspecial]

You're not making any sense!

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we make so much sense we break it
it can't contain us!

[flameandpassion]

[She closes her eyes for a moment. Temper. Keep control of that temper.]

My hearing is just fine.

[somethingspecial]

You can't break sense.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

good
sometimes we scrape the wrong thing

[scarysnakelady]

'Suppose it must've been, at some point.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

or we can't contain it
how else do you become senseless
^{wait until we're incensed}

[flameandpassion]

You won't be taking anything away from me anytime soon.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we preserve things very well
beyond fresh into rotted

it's tender

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

are you going to burn us?

[flameandpassion]

Are you suggesting that I can?

[somethingspecial]

What are you going to do?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

no
but that doesn't mean not to

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[flameandpassion]

Would you kill me if I did?

[somethingspecial]

Are you going to hurt us?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

no

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we can't remember
someone lost the list

[flameandpassion]

I'm not dying thanks to you and your games.