002 — audio. [iphone]

[argents]

[ What first rips across the audio post is deafening silence. Fitting, as it's late—not terribly so, but enough that all smart people were either currently sleeping, or otherwise cramming for finals, in most of his acquaintances' cases. But this particular silence is tense, and smothering, and dark. As if it's currently awaiting something that's never going to happen. In realization of this, a slow, shaky exhale reveals the presence on the other line, stirring the otherwise quiet post to life. A whip of sheets, footsteps, the flick of a light switch.

A quiet mumble, if only to himself:

Just once?

Whatever Banagher was hoping to capture via audio, or prove the existence of, he's missed his chance. So instead, he brings his phone up to a proper speaking distance. ]

Hey, those werewolves. The ones from the Dead District, a few weeks ago. They... they're all supposed to be gone, right? There's howling, somewhere outside. Or, a howl. I only heard it once, but there was no mistaking it, it wasn't normal.

[ Distantly, a the tinny echo of another voice joins him, distinctly mechanical: Banagher! Didn't hear anything, didn't hear anything! A dream? ]

I heard it, Haro! It wasn't some dream!

[ A heavy sigh, to blanket the nervousness. ]

And it wasn't only the howling, either.

Comments

[argents]

Friday?

[shiromadoushi]

That far away?

[[But he wants to see it nooooow. Whine whine whine.]]

[argents]

[ That manages to force a laugh out of him. ]

Too long? I have a window in between class and work tomorrow. But I promise, he's not that complex.

Gmail keeps wanting to add this to my calendar... LOL

[shiromadoushi]

Doesn't matter. Still want to see.

Didn't realize you worked.

omg gmail there is such a thing as too much help

[argents]

Should I have known?

Just at the library. But I get paid, so.

[shiromadoushi]

I'd hope so. Not much point to a job you don't get paid for.

[argents]

It started off as volunteering. But I like to think about paying it forward, that kind of stuff.

[shiromadoushi]

Paying it forward?

[argents]

I didn't mind not being a real part of the staff, as long as I was able to help out in some way! Things like that still matter.

[shiromadoushi]

I guess that makes sense.

Being part of something's important.

[argents]

And sometimes you can't find /everything/ you need on Google.

[shiromadoushi]

[[pardon him a moment, he needs to swap to paper to properly draw a scandalized figure with his hands on his cheeks]]

[argents]

[ Smart guy. ]

It's true! I doubt anyone downloads encyclopedias.

[shiromadoushi]

No need when you have Wikipedia to the rescue!

[argents]

People can just write whatever they want on Wikipedia, Bakura.

...Unless you're one of them.

Apologies for the 1 character response. ^^;;;

[shiromadoushi]

?

always cool with me! also 1/3 i think

[argents]

Anybody can edit Wikipedia anytime they want! Not exactly 100% trustworthy...

[argents]

[ AHH WAIT ]

NOT THAT I MEANT YOU SHOULD

[argents]

Or anything...

1/2

[shiromadoushi]

Think I'm the type to vandalize the wiki?

[shiromadoushi]

And besides, most of those changes get fixed pretty quickly anyway. Pretty rare things like that last more than an hour!

[argents]

[ Banagher smashes his face into a pillow. Should have known. ]

Does this mean you have?

[shiromadoushi]

That would be telling!

[[He actually hasn't, he just likes implying that he's more of a delinquent than he is~]]

[argents]

[ Stop he's easy to troll and you should feel bad. ]

That's why I asked!

[shiromadoushi]

[[Never! Besides. This was harmless trolling. And far too much fun~]]

A magician never reveals his secrets~