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

[Audio]

[nummeh-souls.livejournal.com]

Good advice. Don't worry, Bulma. I'll try to keep an eye out for any trouble, and so you can count on me to stay out of it.

Heh. I'd say it is more accurate to just assume that you'll find a few freaks no matter where you go.