voice;

[expunger]

[Helloooooooo Adstringendum! Did you miss everybody's least favorite lineface angel? Well, too bad, she's here anyway. In fact, she's been conspicuously silent for days, with nary a trolling thread or comment chimed in anywhere on anybody's feed. She's been locked in the Chateau with her splinted (broken) leg in the air, counting cracks in the wall and being enormously crabby. Enjoy that, archangels and Jinx. Enjoy. That.

There's little audible difference in her voice, but someone listening extremely closely might here a tension there, a strain- and, sometimes, the too-careful enunciation of someone trying not to sound buzzed. Look, what passes for painkillers from Unohana don't do much. She took matters into her own hands.]

But of course there is a bomb. [So dry. So so dry. You can almost taste the utter, seething hate of everything that has ever existed or will ever be.] When we are powerless- someone here knows how to plan.

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[Voice]

[bigdaddyreaper.livejournal.com]

It is not unexpected. Those who normally do not have the power to cause this much mayhem are now on an equal footing with the rest. [And these are the creatures your Father left to live among. Death is just going to lineface.] Do you intend to do anything about it?

[video; private]

[expunger]

[SIGH okay fine now you get to see her in all her gimp glory.]

No.

[Voice]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Raphael? If you're looking for it, I'll help. I've been searching but-

Like this, it's harder.

[Says the girl who, thanks to voice function, can't see the state Raphael is in.]

[Voice]

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[Have a calm, smooth voice, with the slightest tinge of fake concern so realistic that you could almost believe Tom cared.]

Has anyone figured out who did it?

[video]

[gravitysflash.livejournal.com]

You call that a plan? I can throw together a bomb in fifteen minutes.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...Bomb? What bomb?

[That's the important part here.]

[expunger]

Try to pay attention, Gabriel.

Someone with an obviously excellent self-preservation instinct has placed a bomb in the city. I believe there are people working to resolve the situation.

[thelightbringer]

How long do they have to 'resolve' it?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Better question. How far to the next town?

[expunger]

I don't know the answer to either question, brothers. [She shuts off the PCD irritably and raises her voice, because she can hear them both from various directions in the house.] Why should I? [Reaching for the vodka now. Everything hurts.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Pokes his head in] Oh, don't tell me you're becoming one of those humans? If the Indigo Girls come within ten feet of this castle, I'm revoking your membership.

[expunger]

[Urge. To kill. Rising.] Find a better method of neutralizing pain, Gabriel, and we can talk.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't run in three inch heels. ...Oh, wait. That's preventing pain.

[expunger]

Do not test me, Gabriel. [She figured out the first half of how to make a blowdart today.] I will find a way to share with you the joys of broken bones. [MOAR. DRANK. Sob. If not for her white-knuckled grip on the bottle she's just acting annoyed- you know, for her.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[In a womanly southern accent] Oh, Rhett, don't push me down the stairs again. [She acts annoyed. He acts like a dick. They have the BEST coping mechanisms.]

[expunger]

[GRITTING. HER. TEETH.]

I don't understand most of your inane references. It is a pity you've lost the ability to speak without them.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't hate me for my life choices.

[expunger]

I don't.

[Snapped out as if wtf, how could you possibly accuse her of that, before she irritably goes for the vodka again. Yes, she's more open when she's drunk. No, this does not mean hug time. Fuck you all and your couch.]

[bunny_flower]

How is your leg, Raphael-dono?