(discedo) Playing Track Two [Accidental Voice Post with absolutely NO DIALOGUE]

[syncopath]

[audible noise-- a click, or the echoes of a loud crash-- as the communicator switches on. Perhaps it has been thrown?]

[several loud thuds, as if someone is pounding his fist on a table. This goes on for several seconds before there is sudden silence, punctuated by what sounds suspiciously like a sob, or a whimper, and then a smaller, but heavier, thud]

[another short pause, and then the sound of someone tapping against that table incessantly. Sort of a taptaptapTAP, taptaptapTAP, it sounds like. Honestly? It could go on forever.]

Comments

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Did you just die?

[Voice]

[syncopath]

[a bitter, mirthless little chuckle]

No. I am not dead. death would be infinitely preferable

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

I bet the cute little animals could fix that for you!

[syncopath]

I have yet to see anything "cute" or "little" in this place.

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess they're not 'little.' Some of them are pretty big. But they're still everywhere.

[syncopath]

Are you seriously suggesting I off myself?

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Well, you said you'd like death better.

But, I guess you can't really die for good here.

[syncopath]

You appear to be a terribly morbid and/or literal sort of person.

Here or anywhere. Who's to live long enough to say whether death ever really "sticks"?

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Death sticks if like, you don't get back up. And you're dead. And stuff. Forever and ever.

But here, you do get back up. And you keep getting back up. At least, that's what people have told me.

[syncopath]

My philosophical point has gotten a little lost with you, I think.

[omniconcert.livejournal.com]

Yup!

[syncopath]

Hm. At least you're happy about it!

[skywarddream.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[syncopath]

Thank you for your concern. I'll be fine. Just a headache. And some measure of embarrassment.

[likeaperson.livejournal.com]

Um, is everything okay?

[syncopath]

Not even close to anything, really, but I suppose that is to be expected here.

[dynast-daughter.livejournal.com]

Such a disturbing rhythm...

[syncopath]

I suppose it might be to some. I apologize for disturbing you.

[dynast-daughter.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I was simply concerned lest it be something... threatening.

[syncopath]

No. Just me.

[darkvonkarma.livejournal.com]

Upset?

[Voice]

[syncopath]

Surpri--

...

Oh, that's where I know you from!

You are in charge of inventory here, yes?

[darkvonkarma.livejournal.com]

Yes, along with my brother, Miles Edgeworth. I am also running escorts.

I am Franziska von Karma. You are...Professor Saxon, correct?

[syncopath]

Ah, Ms. von Karma. A pleasure. I am happy that you remember me as well.

As you appear to be quite knowledgeable and influential here, there is a matter I would very much like to discuss with you.

[quirky-sitar.livejournal.com]

Gee, what...what happened?

[syncopath]

Nothing...

nothing...

I'm fine. Thank you.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

Did the fish get away?

[syncopath]

In a manner of speaking, I suppose he did.

I hope he did

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm... Any information on what happened or will you just let this wash away with the sea?

[syncopath]

Someone on the Missing

He was my

It is no longer important. He is no longer important.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

One lie is more interesting than a thousand truths. ♥

[syncopath]

And yet sometimes the truth can be much more powerful-- much more useful-- than a lie.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

But not as fun. ♥

[syncopath]

I suppose it really depends on the context.

[uratarosu.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

Hey, what's going on over there?

[syncopath]

I'm here.

[chozoraised.livejournal.com]

Feeling anxious?

[syncopath]

Like a rat in a trap.