[A crisp, somehat automated voice:] Hello, you've reached the voice mail messaging system of [A long pause, and then, in Mildmay's unmistakable voice:] ...What the fu- who is unable to answer your call right now. Please leave a message at the beep.

...[Beep.]



[ooc Plz leave a message if you need to get in contact with Milly-Fox ic-ly and there aren't any other good posts up/you don't want to threadjack. This is actually the perfect place to avoid threadjacking. Anyway, just say what the message is in the subject of the comment, and decorate accordingly. We'll have a grand old time.]

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[The prerequisite 'click' is lost in the crashing of thunder and the swoop of winds. Faintly over the tempest, Mildmay's voice can be heard:]

Oh, what the fuck, I ain't-

[More crashing and dull thumping-- did something just shatter? A door is definitely heard slamming.]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I-

[More thunder, and possibly shivering, before the recording device is eventually shut off by the hale with a crisp click.]

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[ooc Mildmay's mood is a bit too complicated to be described by weather patterns. So, have a blizzard/hale storm/thunder storm... thing. Please forgive me for the icon; it will probably never be used ic-ly ever again. Ever.]

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[Click, some mumbling,] ...-as that last curse all about. Gloves? Ain't never head that story, I-...

[A pause, before his voice, louder,] Oh, fuck me sideways.

[Click.]

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[ooc Dude it's been too long since he did an accidental voice post.]

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I'd say this place moves too fucking fast, but it don't, you know? Only half seems like it does, when you ain't paying right attention. Watch it well enough and it just snakes 'long like any angry cottonmouth city-- Mélusine or even Klepsydra. This just got gossip you ain't done gotta search none to get at, but that don't mean it's no different kinda talk from someplace else.

That last curse, I didn't catch. Here's thinking I'm better for it.

...Anyway. Uh, so Felix's back. He's got himself straight, again, you know, in the head? 'M not saying he'll be fuck easy to talk to, though, now. Just be a different kind a difficult.

So since he can work, he'll be needing a job, yeah? He can read and write and all that flash stuff, and he's a damn powerful hocus and the like. You can talk to him 'bout it; I don't got no place going on about him.

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...Right. So, Kurama's taking the day off from whatever, I'm guessing. And me, too. 'Less you want a bartend with four arms, like in the Tītânes stories, but here's guessing you don't.

Too many redheads. Gets fucking confusing.

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[ooc I am packing and running around like a headless chicken, so replies may be sporadic at best.]

[The thing about Keeper is, you never know what you're gonna get. Sometimes, she's in a good mood, and she'll be all nice on you. Sometimes, she's like an angry snake, and she'll only bite whoever pissed her off in the first place; she'll be right nice to you just to make the other guy seethe. Sometimes, though, and this is most often, she'll mess with your head just to see what you'll do. Just for fun.]

[Today was one of those days. Her voice is cool, like is always is, and a little bit bored:] Take the knife, won't you, Milly-Fox?

[And the worse thing is, Mildmay will probably do anything to make her happy. Just like any other Kept kid she's got-- it isn't his fault; no one's told him the sun don't shine outta her ass yet, and likelier than not, even if they did, he wouldn't believe 'em.] What do I do with it?

[She rolls her eyes, speaking with her fake flashie accent:] Can't you figure anything out for yourself? First, hold it right. [Her hands are rough and cold on his, jamming the knife's handle into his hand, molding his fingers around it. His hand'll never quite feel the same, after this, but he knows that's all in his head.]

I gotcha, I gotcha. But what do I do with it?

[Keeper shakes her head,] What do you think I am going to do? Teach you how to cook? If you can help it, don't be stupid, Milly-Fox. I'm going to teach you how to kill people for me with that knife.

[Oh.]

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[Panting, heavy breathing, some whining,]

The fuck, a fucking scarecrow in the fucking...

Felix, you alright?

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