[Voice]

[sun_sun]

[The person speaking sounds young, with a trace of a New York accent mixed in.]

Soooo. I guess I'm a superhero or a secret agent or something now, huh?

Anyway, hello for real this time. I'm Annabelle. You know, like the Italian place downtown, Annabelle's? That's me. My friends call me Annie. I probably can't get you any free food without my dad asking me some hard-to-answer questions, so sorry about that.

In terms of weird stuff going on, I remembered getting in some kind of super karate fight with a wolfman, so that's probably weird enough for me to join the weirdo club, right?

Yeah. We should all hang out or something. How many of us are there, anyway?

Comments

voice;

[titansno]

[..shit. yeah, hearing that accent? hers slips a little more than it usually does.]

I think I know the place. You're from the City originally? [not meaning Locke, in this context.] It's hard to do a headcount.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... Why'd I get stuck with stupid mystic symbols with no context?

[wasthatmymom]

Did you pick your superhero name yet?

voice;

[miraclemiko]

So that's what you sound like! You have a really cute accent.

Whoa, really that was your first echo? That's awesome! You really were like a super hero!

text;

[siesinddasessen]

There seems to be a dead parents requirement for superheroes, so better get ready for that.

[She couldn't care less about what happens with her own parents, and doesn't care particular amounts about other people's feelings, so this actually is a laughing matter for her.]