Karis Needleteeth (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teethofneedles) wrote2009-01-24 12:23 pm
teethofneedles) wrote2009-01-24 12:23 pm
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[Elegante | 016] Heeeeeeeeere's Karis!
[Click. The communicator flips on automatically and for a moment there's silence, which is then broken by the sound of displaced air and a high, agonized shriek, which trails off and dies a moment later. Silence again and then claws scrabbling and clicking over the wood surface of the night-stand. The communicator is picked up and there is the sound of sheets rustling as Karis shifts her body on the bed. Her voice is a bit raspier then usual, a bit strained.]
...what the Hell?
[She lets out a dry, hacking cough, then growls, muttering to herself. The listener can only catch a few of the words.]
Fel-damned... of-a bitch priest... kill... tricky bastard...
[She talks directly into the communicator now.]
Nice trick.
...Celeste, you OK?
And who the fuck has my armor? I want that shit back.
...what the Hell?
[She lets out a dry, hacking cough, then growls, muttering to herself. The listener can only catch a few of the words.]
Fel-damned... of-a bitch priest... kill... tricky bastard...
[She talks directly into the communicator now.]
Nice trick.
...Celeste, you OK?
And who the fuck has my armor? I want that shit back.
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Doesn't mean I want to repeat that "Smite" experience. Sweet fucking Fel that hurt like a bitch.
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