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.]]

Comments

[Voice]

[nummeh-souls.livejournal.com]

Well... I'm not going to let him try to hurt me either, but... I'll see what I can do to help him out. And I don't have to try either. I am his friend. Chrona's just going to need a little extra push to realize that.

Yeah, that's right. ...but Arachne is news to me.

Heh. I guess it's better that way then playing guessing games with each other. It looks like you're still useful for some things, Deathscythe.

[deathpapa.livejournal.com]

Good~

Ah... yeah, that guy with the golem you were fighting there has been working with her. Stein and I came from a little later, but we'll worry about all that later.

I'm pretty sure there are still a fair number of open rooms in the apartments, but if you need to, you can come over here to Latimir 503 until you get stuff sorted out. It's just me and... well, Stein's sort of in and out. Chrona's two doors down.

And I see you've already been told that being a weapon here is useless thanks to these damn chips. It sucks. So... be careful, whatever you end up doing.

1/2

[nummeh-souls.livejournal.com]

Figures. Something about that guy rubbed me the wrong way almost right from the start. ...But I guess there's nothing to be done about that right now. Not when I'm like this.

Yeah, all right. I'll try to keep an eye out for that place while I'm looking around. Hopefully it won't be while I'm running.

Che. You'd better stop saying things like that before you finally manage to really freak me out, Deathscythe. As if the whole different times thing wasn't weird enough.

[Audio]

[nummeh-souls.livejournal.com]

...

Thanks.

[deathpapa.livejournal.com]

No problem.