UN: fuckthis

[pawnish]

[Have an extremely exhausted sounding British man with more than a little edge of bitter sarcasm in his tone.]

Well, I suppose I should be grateful that it's not a goddamn tape recorder.

Comments

UN: presage

[albatrossomen]

You hate them as well? I wondered if I was the only one.

[pawnish]

Of course they're here. Of course they are.

[albatrossomen]

They make a satisfying sound when they explode.

[pawnish]

Exploded many have you?

[albatrossomen]

A fair few. You should try it, it's very cathartic.

[aparticularlyhollowlaugh]

Please don’t encourage him.

[albatrossomen]

[He laughs, musically. You know he's not going to stop Jon.]

[aparticularlyhollowlaugh]

[yeah … he knows. but jon has to at least try. he sighs.]

I’m serious. Tim has a … a particularly strong hatred for the tape recorders. [a pause, then he adds, muttered under his breath:] And me.

[albatrossomen]

[Ah, that second one could be a problem.]

Does not an appropriately placed outburst of violence assist in tempering such emotions?

[A beat, as he doesn't want to discuss this too publicly.]

Should I be concerned?

[aparticularlyhollowlaugh]

It’s … it’s fine.

[it’s not like tim’s an avatar himself, so it’s unlikely he can do any real permanent damage to jon. right?]

He’s had plenty of opportunity to attack me before now, and he hasn’t yet.

[albatrossomen]

If you're certain.

[His tone is faintly dubious, beneath the monotone, but this does sound like a battle Jon needs to wage on his own. He may be under Murmur's protection, but that doesn't mean from every minor inconvenience that might trouble him. Just the serious threats.]

I will leave you to sort it out.

[aparticularlyhollowlaugh]

Thank you. I, erm - I promise not to do anything rash.

[albatrossomen]

Do try to remain un-perforated. Even if you do heal quickly.

[aparticularlyhollowlaugh]

I'll take it under advisement.

[pawnish]

So he's pulling them out here like one of them skits about how people pull out weapons in movies, then?

[While Tim doesn't say it aloud, there's definitely an unspoken 'fucking really?' there in his tone.

He's also ignoring the conversation between Jon and this bloke because while Tim has never thought that there were limits to the anger he can has, he's slightly concerned that figuring this out might give him a damned stroke.]

[albatrossomen]

Or a what do you call them... clowns? With cloth handkerchiefs. Although often they just appear, either way I still dislike them.

[That's probably for the best.]

[pawnish]

Fuck. Clowns.

[Yeah, the amount of absolute fury in his words definitely dwarfs almost all of his reactions to other comments, even when he'd found out Jon was here.]

[albatrossomen]

[Huh... interesting.]

I was... under the impression the function of clowns is entertainment. Is that incorrect?

[pawnish]

Oh Christ!

[Tim is just going to be over here hitting his head against something hard and heavy. Sorry Navi, but can you blame him.]

Are you an avatar?

[albatrossomen]

Oh! I do know what that is!

[Thank you Jon and Julia for your teaching him words.]

No, no I am not.

[He is refraining from scolding about that outburst. It's taking a lot to not do.]

[pawnish]

But you're not human. What are you?

[albatrossomen]

Hm. There are some stipulations on how I am able to deliver that information. As such, I'm going to have to have you guess. But I can give a hint:

Holiday greeting cards.

[As much as he hates the depictions that should be a fairly easy guess. He hopes.]

[pawnish]

Going to have to be more specific which holiday, mate.

[albatrossomen]

The one that eventually replaced what was once the winter solstice. Christ Mas I believe it has been called more recently?

[pawnish]

Jesus fucking Christ, you're an angel?!