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Five Rose Petals Fall - [Action | Voice]
Jul. 26th, 2010 10:36 pm[The journal's audio function clicks on to the sound of high pitched squealing, what sounds like hoofs rushing down a corridor, another set of human footfalls right behind, and a very irate and loud yelling.]
GET BACK HERE, YOU BLASTED SWINE!! UNHAND MY JOURNAL THIS INSTANT OR I'LL ROAST YOU, I SWEAR IT!
Peony! Peony, you stinking imbecile, keep your filthy little beasts out of my--
[The yelling stops abruptly as Dist hovers in the doorway of the now abandoned room, his journal being the only item to litter the bland, unnaturally clean floor. The sound of faint squealing under the bed from the "rappig" Dist had been chasing is the only sound for a few moments before very slow, drawn out footsteps approach the journal, and the piggy silences itself for fear of being found.]
You...! You witless freeloader... H-How dare you--! You couldn't wait until she got back?! Y-You heartless, dim witted--[Dist snatches up his journal and spits out angrily, not caring at all who hears, who responds. He's just too upset right now.] Emperor Peony IX of Malkuth has returned to Auldrant.
[And after that, he slams his journal shut and drops heavily onto the bed, glaring at the opposite wall, feeling a mixture of emotions and memories churning like an angry storm in his mind. He'll answer responses in a few hours, once he's calmed down.
So, just he, Nephry, and the Professor remained of those he shared his childhood with. People left, yes, but...somehow Dist had been hoping no one he knew would leave, especially those he was closest to. It was painful. Perhaps even more so, since Dist had to endure it once before. Even if it was Peony, the one he liked the least of anyone else, it...it was odd, and painful, to know he was gone. And this odd feeling only posed to frustrate Dist more.
He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands and growling at the throbbing headache that was threatening to come, not even finding the energy to kick the little pig that had curiously begun nosing his leg.]
GET BACK HERE, YOU BLASTED SWINE!! UNHAND MY JOURNAL THIS INSTANT OR I'LL ROAST YOU, I SWEAR IT!
Peony! Peony, you stinking imbecile, keep your filthy little beasts out of my--
[The yelling stops abruptly as Dist hovers in the doorway of the now abandoned room, his journal being the only item to litter the bland, unnaturally clean floor. The sound of faint squealing under the bed from the "rappig" Dist had been chasing is the only sound for a few moments before very slow, drawn out footsteps approach the journal, and the piggy silences itself for fear of being found.]
You...! You witless freeloader... H-How dare you--! You couldn't wait until she got back?! Y-You heartless, dim witted--[Dist snatches up his journal and spits out angrily, not caring at all who hears, who responds. He's just too upset right now.] Emperor Peony IX of Malkuth has returned to Auldrant.
[And after that, he slams his journal shut and drops heavily onto the bed, glaring at the opposite wall, feeling a mixture of emotions and memories churning like an angry storm in his mind. He'll answer responses in a few hours, once he's calmed down.
So, just he, Nephry, and the Professor remained of those he shared his childhood with. People left, yes, but...somehow Dist had been hoping no one he knew would leave, especially those he was closest to. It was painful. Perhaps even more so, since Dist had to endure it once before. Even if it was Peony, the one he liked the least of anyone else, it...it was odd, and painful, to know he was gone. And this odd feeling only posed to frustrate Dist more.
He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands and growling at the throbbing headache that was threatening to come, not even finding the energy to kick the little pig that had curiously begun nosing his leg.]
