third. text. (misfire)

[torrefied]

I should have known that the so-called "city guard" would be all talk and no action.

Comments

[audio]

[wormintheglass]

Why, it's you again. How delightful. I don't know what we would all do if you weren't there to tell us all how to think.

permavoice.

[torrefied]

[What the - ]

I didn't send that! And I certainly wouldn't send it to you.

[wormintheglass]

My telephone says different, dear child.

[torrefied]

Yeah, 'cause technology can never be hacked or anything.

[For fuck's sake, Bianca, get with the digital age.]

[wormintheglass]

Ahh, that's the story you're going with? Who were you planning on blaming?

.text

[unitas]

That's because they don't have any real power. [ and the power they do have is only there because people have allowed them to have it. ]

But I don't think this was quite the right way to bring it up with them.

permatext.

[torrefied]

I didn't send this.

You're not wrong, though.

[unitas]

Yeah, but it sure looks like you did. [ and there's only so many logical conclusions they can come to. sharon's immediate is: gods, those fuckers. ]

I know that, and I think they do, too. [ and if they see /shrugs, honey sharon don't care. ] The idea that they think they might is kind of laughable, to be honest.

[torrefied]

I know. I assume we can thank whichever of the gods has a current wild hair for this nonsense.

[It's an irritating stunt instead of dangerous. Mello's not sure if that's actually worse or better.]

Agreed. There's no point in asserting authority if you can't back up your claims. It's just useless posturing, otherwise.

[unitas]

[ irritating is a step up from most of the other things the gods can pull. ]

It might help make them feel useful, even if it does nothing in the end aside from providing a handful of people with a false sense of security. [ Sharon has little respect for people who believe they have any authority over her, whether or not they really do. ]

But it might be best if we try not to make them feel inadequate, or piss them off. They want to hand out some punishment or some shit, and I'm really not into the idea of speeding up their process. [ because she did sort of promise to take whatever is dealt for her. ]

Text, biggest auto-correct fail ever

[outermirrors]

So you stopped blowing Near and finally came up for air did you?

permavoice; 1/several HERE WE GO

[torrefied]

[At first, there's just the clattering sound of Mello dropping his phone, and the shuffling noise as he scrambles to pick it back up.]

[torrefied]

[Then there's just a full thirty seconds of silence except for the sound of Mello's angry breathing. Did you know breathing could sound angry? Well, now you do.]

[torrefied]

[Mello's voice is tense as an over-tightened guitar string:]

Ebihara -

[torrefied]

You - !

[torrefied]

[More irritated huffing sounds, followed by a wordless noise of frustration.]

[torrefied]

I have never, at any point in the past, had any sexual contact of any kind with Near, nor will I at any point in the future. Ever.

ok sobbing done

[torrefied]

What the fuck, Ebihara! What is wrong with you?!

Voice

[solvethepuzzle]

Either there is something very wrong with the phones right now, or she has bizarre ideas in her head. Perhaps both. [Possibly the worst part about this reply is that Near doesn't even sound offended. Just normal flat tone, here.]

permavoice; 1/2

[torrefied]

[OH GOD, Near saw this - of course he did, because it's public. Mello realizes this, belatedly. Fuck his life, seriously. There's a distant sound, something like a frustrated screech, followed by muffled words that sound suspiciously like swearing in German, because that's gotta feel a lot more satisfying than cursing in English.]

permaprivate.

[torrefied]

[Mello's voice is very strained once he's finally able to collect himself enough to make a coherent reply.]

It's reasonable to assume it's the former, given the nature of this place, but I honestly wouldn't put it past her.

permaprivate voice

[solvethepuzzle]

[The screeching and the German swearing are kind of funny, actually. (Look, he can find this amusing because his phone hasn't fucked up yet, okay.)]

I've allowed for the possibility of both being the case, though I have no idea where such strange thoughts would come from. [No, really. He doesn't. This is so far out of his wheelhouse.]

Permavoice

[outermirrors]

Wha-?

[that was not the message she sent.]

That is not what I sent.

switches to private because guess who remembered this is public 8[

[torrefied]

You know what? It doesn't matter. If you even have a shred of thought to that effect in that otherwise-empty head of yours, you better get rid of it. Now.

private

[outermirrors]

Wow I'm hurt you think so little of me. I have a fun fact for you though, you don't get to tell me what to think, ever.