Calliope // Caliborn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ophiuchus) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova,@ 2013-04-17 18:52:00 |
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Day 215; ⛎ Voice
Pay attention, numbskulls. Drop what you’re doing. Especially you. Princess. [Caliborn pauses for effect. Even if he sounds like Calliope, his sentences are his trademark staccato and melodrama, with a side of harshness.]
I have won Euphemia’s game. With many questions to spare. Because. I found the object. [This broadcast is suddenly punctuated by the shriek of a harmonica being violently blown into, followed by an equally annoying shriek of laughter.]
She thought she could trick me. On account of my being a superior being who doesn't give a shit about music. Seriously. Who even cares about this blowing device. Not me. [He blows into it again, this time sliding it so that there is some semblance of actual music. Kind of.] What is that? Just noise. But. It is still the perfect accompaniment. To her tears of defeat.
Front and center, wench. Present yourself and admit it. To the entire prison.
That I win. And you. LOSE.
[There’s another harsh harmonica blow.]