1 Soul [Voice Post]

[soul_dissonance]

[In a matter of seconds, a new transmission pipes up on the communications network. It is silent for a few seconds, but in the background there is a sound of someone stirring, as if they are just waking up from a hard sleep. A pair of shoes grind against the floor as if there were some scattered pebbles underneath.]

Ow... My head.

Ugh... and what's that awful fishy smell...? ...Too bad that cat isn't around.

Nn...? What's that? [A few fingers brush up against the speaker of the device.]

A radio? The hell... Did someone just leave this there?

...There's a note. The World is ours, and there's nowhere left to run. [A pause, and then the note is crumpled up and thrown against the ground.]

If this is someone's idea of a sick joke, then it isn't funny. I must have gotten knocked out for my head to hurt this much...

Oi, Maka! If you're out there, then give me a shout! [Another pause.]

[Sigh] This is so not cool.

[[ooc Introduction post for one dazed and confused Soul Eater. Feel free to give him your best or worst. Also, small text = mumbled.]]

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[nummeh-souls.livejournal.com]

... Shit. I guess that means that Ragnarok's souls weren't confiscated either, huh? No wonder he seemed ruder than usual. But if that's the case, then it looks like I'm going to have to try to avoid those two now... It sounded like they had a bone to pick with me. And now I know the reason why.

It was hard to tell, with a guy like him. Still the same prissy attitude as ever, that Kid.

[[ooc Strikes = not there]]