[Elegante | 016] Heeeeeeeeere's Karis!

[teethofneedles]

[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.

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, don't ask that. It's too... embarrassing, and Celeste doesn't even know how to answer it.]

He did something unexpected. Like, I was right there. I was ready to eat him alive, and he didn't kill me.

[Wrinkles her nose.]

...that sort of thing. I don't get it. Maybe he just has a death wish...

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Makes a deep "hmmm" noise.]}

...alright.