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oo2. v o i c e
[ Things escalated quickly, as any meeting between similar kinds of their nature would. He supposed... but he wasn't supposing much at the moment because he's busy being in the corner of some room. His counterpart put him on his ass very fast and very thoroughly, let's just say. This was not like him. Not like him at all, but panic, and panic, and a side helping of - temporary - hopelessness. He did not care who heard. It would be forgotten, he hoped, in the wave of people and in a few days he would have himself picked up and all would be well again.
He'd have a plan. Until then...
When it sounds like a voice message is about to be spoke, there's some silence first. The device is on the floor. He knew he'd lost and he knew what was going to happen now. He, himself, just had too much pride.
Damn it. He had plans, too. Get yourself together, get yourself together, just. Get yourself together. It was the bifrost all over again. He didn't know what to do.
There is a slow inhale to be heard and then a quiet, numbed: ]
I'm sorry.
[ No, screw you. Two can play at this game -- close to heart as it is.
ooc: confused? good times ]
He'd have a plan. Until then...
When it sounds like a voice message is about to be spoke, there's some silence first. The device is on the floor. He knew he'd lost and he knew what was going to happen now. He, himself, just had too much pride.
Damn it. He had plans, too. Get yourself together, get yourself together, just. Get yourself together. It was the bifrost all over again. He didn't know what to do.
There is a slow inhale to be heard and then a quiet, numbed: ]
I'm sorry.
[ No, screw you. Two can play at this game -- close to heart as it is.
ooc: confused? good times ]
voice; encrypted