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Casefile 001A - Video
Oct. 2nd, 2011 02:57 pmNo, no, no, no, no, NO!
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
