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mischiefbreeder) wrote2011-06-20 09:52 am
mischiefbreeder) wrote2011-06-20 09:52 am
19 [Attempted Voice/Written]
[It was one week ago Gold had been yanked from Luceti, taken off to be personally experimented on like so many before him. It was so typical, really. Big things happen around Gold, and he has to play clean-up. He tries to play clean-up, and the Malnosso get in the way. And once they're all done with him, they ditch him somewhere random in Luceti. Friggin' Malnosso.
Gold sat on the ground in his spot in the forest when he regained consciousness, right where they dumped him. Eventually, though, he grabs his journal, attempting to send a message.
What follows is not a message, but just... failed attempts at sounds.]
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[This goes on for about 30 seconds, before there's the sound of a fist colliding with the bark of a tree. Probably the most discernible noise on the entire broadcast.
Okay, talking isn't going to work. Let's try a different approach. Writing. Gold hated writing. It was so much more work than straight up talking. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.]
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Need help. Come quick.
- Gold
[Yeah... That'll work. Keep it short and simple. He can explain later, once someone comes.]
((ooc: Just wanted to get this up before I left. Tags will come tonight after work!))
Gold sat on the ground in his spot in the forest when he regained consciousness, right where they dumped him. Eventually, though, he grabs his journal, attempting to send a message.
What follows is not a message, but just... failed attempts at sounds.]
... ... ...! ...
[This goes on for about 30 seconds, before there's the sound of a fist colliding with the bark of a tree. Probably the most discernible noise on the entire broadcast.
Okay, talking isn't going to work. Let's try a different approach. Writing. Gold hated writing. It was so much more work than straight up talking. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.]
[Written]
Need help. Come quick.
- Gold
[Yeah... That'll work. Keep it short and simple. He can explain later, once someone comes.]
((ooc: Just wanted to get this up before I left. Tags will come tonight after work!))
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Gold!
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TRAINER SPOTTED]
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[...but he is tired, he said as much]
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yeah, just perfect. couldn't be better
[Even in writing, his sarcasm is evident.]
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[He gasps that out a little. IS that is?]
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This isn't good at all, but no doubt the pokemon will collect Gold, so it'll work out]
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what is today?
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I dictated in the name of the party being on the 20th. So it's his birthday][action]
oh... then i'm not too late
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[Man, this reminds him of talking to Celty]
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[After showing that to Masaomi, he starts writing again.]
i don't have a present for you but
Happy Birthday bro. [You can have a brofist, though.]
1/2
Without thinking, he fists back, but-]
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so that makes you 16 now right?
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during the timeskipover the summer mid-term][action]
[Blunt as always, Gold.]
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Wh- hey! No I'm not!
[And he's going to reach to take the journal now :| Mewtwo, throw me a bone here]
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sorry guys you're both old]
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Are you sure about that, Mewtwo. Gold's acting four right now.]
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He's much better clearly]
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..........
ok guys this is silly and is distracting everyone from the original mission
floating that book up out of everyone's reach >:| it is a draw]
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