001 ♠ Voice

[urnotafraid]

So... Let me get this straight. [ Someone sounds grumpy and tired and there's a definite hint of an accent. ] We've been rescued by a group of kind-hearted assholes from Gamma-Beta-Three-A that felt we've just gotta wear collars to match our winning personalities, right? Or am I missing something from the care package left behind in the room?

[ There's a pause filled in with the familiar sound of someone lighting up a cigarette. ]

And I thought this sort of thing only happened in bad movies...

Hey! Anyone around?

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[bewareofdog]

Ain't that poetic?

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[urnotafraid]

I suppose so.

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[bewareofdog]

Sorry. Burnin' flesh stinks like shit, okay?

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[urnotafraid]

You get use to it. [ Burning things was pretty normal where he came from; the ground was too wet during the winter and letting things sit during the summer made diseases spread. Burning was the only way to get rid of everything. ]

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[bewareofdog]

Ya get used to the weirdest of shit... but that's fine.

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[urnotafraid]

Pretty much.

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[bewareofdog]

Well, try not to get yer head blown off here. But it's more like eaten.

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[urnotafraid]

That's not gonna happen.

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[bewareofdog]

Confidence. That's good.

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[urnotafraid]

I didn't get where I was by being a weakling.

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[bewareofdog]

What, on a backwater tower with a collar around yer neck?

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[urnotafraid]

I'm not alone in this shit! No, I meant home.

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[bewareofdog]

Right.

True enough. Well, keep up the good work.

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[urnotafraid]

[ Just sighs. Yes, he is that dramatic. ]

Nice talking to you. Later.

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[bewareofdog]

Bye.

[ Click. ]