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adstring_npc) wrote2011-05-08 07:48 am
adstring_npc) wrote2011-05-08 07:48 am
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{Animus}
[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--
...Except instead of obnoxious text, there's an absolutely piercing shriek. Think banshee.
Then children laughing, high pitched and delighted. Then distortion-
A throaty opera singer, carrying a note longer than should be physically possible-
Jaunty rock. Explosive jazz. One sound after another, barely long enough to register, so it's little more than a jarring cacophony of noise.
Eventually it fades into static, then silence for all of a few seconds- before closing on a final crash of cymbals.]
...Except instead of obnoxious text, there's an absolutely piercing shriek. Think banshee.
Then children laughing, high pitched and delighted. Then distortion-
A throaty opera singer, carrying a note longer than should be physically possible-
Jaunty rock. Explosive jazz. One sound after another, barely long enough to register, so it's little more than a jarring cacophony of noise.
Eventually it fades into static, then silence for all of a few seconds- before closing on a final crash of cymbals.]
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too late now
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[Tybalt, slow on the uptake]
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most of the time
sometimes we're someone else
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[He lays back down, pulling blankets over his head. Then two things happen more or less at once - he realizes that might be the 'Animus' he's talking to, and This song starts playing. He sits back up again]
You! This is your doing! Damn it, I just want sleep!
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we thought you'd like it
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What do you think you're doing?