miss vasquez if you're nasty (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gehennawind) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
eachdraidh2015-06-27 05:35 pm
gehennawind) wrote in eachdraidh2015-06-27 05:35 pm
(Unseelie Locked) AUDIO
[Good evening one, good evening all. We hope this embarrassing domestic dispute does not disturb.
Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.
The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]
--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.
[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]
Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.
[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!
Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!
[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]
Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.
The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]
--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.
[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]
Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.
[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!
Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!
[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]
AUDIO. nobody look at her
Probably once in a lifetime special. God, I'm sorry you had to see this because it wasn't worth it, but I was so... so spitting mad. I let it go too far.
[Some frustration leaks through the anxiety of flapping her dirty laundry out for the Court. Hyde's still the douchiest douche-gargling douchemonger this side of doucheland.]
AUDIO.
[ and now he knows about a douchebag. ]
AUDIO.
is absurdly comforting to hear. She laughs abruptly and almost covers her mouth for it.]
Ah? Are you saying you've paid yours, too?
AUDIO.
I haven't. So, how was it? Just to what extent should I be filled with a foreboding sense of dread? Give me a number one through ten, one being "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to" and ten being "the embarrassment killed me so bad but I'll be revealing my new identity shortly."
AUDIO.
AUDIO.
AUDIO.
"Now it's Judy's turn to cry" must be a good middle ground, I'm thinking a five at least.
[Because Johnny's come baaaack to me.]
AUDIO.
[ vocal pause. ]
Are we talking step up? Step down?
AUDIO.
You could say... my heart will go on.
AUDIO.
Always with Celine Dion.
AUDIO.
Always. So we're at seven, which doesn't mean I'll be scrounging up a new name, but if I had a physical body it would probably be vomiting.
AUDIO.
[ as if it didn't speak for itself: ]
Puking is serious business.
AUDIO.
Diiid I catch your name, hero?
AUDIO.
[ there's an amused raise of his brows from the other side of the audio, and his voice takes some song. ]
So hero may be an overstatement.
AUDIO.
Oh!
OH!]
Parents were Norse history buffs...? [She's fishing, sure, but would a god pick up on a Celine Dion reference? (Maybe.)]
AUDIO.
I'm the bonafide real thing. One-hundred percent Loki.
[ it's not often that he meets someone in Drabwurld familiar with him. in the way that he sort of hates it, he also finds that he kind of misses it. ]