[ voice | open ]
[ There is a growl as the recording begins. ] God damn it. [ From that, and the sound of glass bits falling onto a hard surface, one might think this was made in error.
But no, this call was made with a purpose. ] Whoever the Hell decided that rooting around in my head was a good idea,— [ A crunch of something hard underfoot that snaps with the strain. ] —I'm here to tell you that you're dead wrong.
And if you don't stop... [ ...then you'll be dead and wrong.
He lets the threat hang in the air a moment before disconnecting. Needless to say, Neil did not appreciate the vision in the mirror just now. Or the other ones earlier in the day. The deepest recesses of his mind is a place others do not belong. ]
[ OOC: If you would like an action thread for the visions, I put up a plotting comment about it over here! ]