ic : voicemail

[halcyonthird]

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[priscilla]

...are you really going to fight with him?

[No need to specify who. Really.]

Are you. Sure you want to do that?

[ Voice ]

[i-love-squats.livejournal.com]

[Are... are you really sure you wanted a drunk dial? I mean, it's totally too late to back out now; the Forge has gone to voicemail, and Zack's slurred and half-conscious voice filters in before he can clearly re-evaluate this idea. Oops.]

Hey, can I ask a favor?

[Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer.]

If you ever...ever get to go home, take me with you. A world with hot chicks and swords sooooo beats mine.

Especially hot chicks in skimpy armor.

[Too bad he doesn't know the extent of it.]

Sooooo, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?

[priscilla]

Irene?

Would you teach me your quicksword?

[knows-it-all.livejournal.com]

Hello, Irene? It's Kunsel.

[ He clears his throat softly, leaning away from the Forge before he speaks again. ]

I wanted to talk to you about the Charity Dating Auction turnouts. It seems that no one contested my final bid on you, so...

[priscilla]

I-Irene?

[Oh wow what an awkward thing to contact her over. And it's not like she could possibly not know by now, either. Which makes this somehow even weirder, and--]

...do I have to explain why I'm contacting you! I'm sure you can figure it out!

[priscilla]

[TAPTAPTAP on the forge.]

Um! Irene?

Voice

[i-love-squats.livejournal.com]

Heyheyhey! [He's speaking fast. Super fast, like he's in a hurry. Which he is, mind you.] If you see Kunsel, can you stop him before he does something stupid? Like, really, really stupid?! It's important! Use force if you have to. Just, you know, don't hurt him.

Voice

[i-love-squats.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to let you know that Kunsel's moving out.

[And does Zack sound suitably disturbed by this news? I think he does.]

Just... so you know.