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likesfootnotes) wrote2010-05-14 05:34 pm
likesfootnotes) wrote2010-05-14 05:34 pm
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1st summon [audio]
Saved!
[There is an unmistakable air of vindictive triumph to the voice, and a squelch that just might be a blob of essence thrusting gelatinous limbs into the air to celebrate. This disolves into the sounds of dripping, as the blob falls apart and reforms sluggishly on. Then a few sloshes as Bartimaeus takes a gander at his surroundings and the device in front of him.]
No pretentious Mr. Mandrake here? Those were the sharp hooks of a summon I felt tearing at my essence. Not that I'm here to complain! Between an untimely and undignified death by silver tureen and a summoning to his presence, I would have to take his presence, even withstanding his atrocious fashion sense, the stench of that horrible prepubescent cologne he wears, and that terrible propaganda story-telling he does.
[Some more sloshing as he makes sure the insults have not done their part to summon up the magician. Nope, no silver-tipped spear being angrily thrust in his direction. This makes him pause; the only thing that could summon him would be his master, and the distinct lack therein suggests Mr. Mandrake did not survive to see through the summoning. That must mean he is home, sweet home!]
This is oddly well-formed for being the Other Place. Someone is being a little over ambitious. There are far too many spirits that like physical things lately -- skeletons, yucky fleshy bodies, and making rooms of our home. That's not a good sense of style.
[There is an unmistakable air of vindictive triumph to the voice, and a squelch that just might be a blob of essence thrusting gelatinous limbs into the air to celebrate. This disolves into the sounds of dripping, as the blob falls apart and reforms sluggishly on. Then a few sloshes as Bartimaeus takes a gander at his surroundings and the device in front of him.]
No pretentious Mr. Mandrake here? Those were the sharp hooks of a summon I felt tearing at my essence. Not that I'm here to complain! Between an untimely and undignified death by silver tureen and a summoning to his presence, I would have to take his presence, even withstanding his atrocious fashion sense, the stench of that horrible prepubescent cologne he wears, and that terrible propaganda story-telling he does.
[Some more sloshing as he makes sure the insults have not done their part to summon up the magician. Nope, no silver-tipped spear being angrily thrust in his direction. This makes him pause; the only thing that could summon him would be his master, and the distinct lack therein suggests Mr. Mandrake did not survive to see through the summoning. That must mean he is home, sweet home!]
This is oddly well-formed for being the Other Place. Someone is being a little over ambitious. There are far too many spirits that like physical things lately -- skeletons, yucky fleshy bodies, and making rooms of our home. That's not a good sense of style.
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'Wacky' indeed! Though why he would insist on wizard is beyond a spirit's comprehension. The title fell out of style after Merlin kicked the bucket.
Who did you say this wacky Captain was?
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Captain and wizard? It sounds as pompous as calling yourself Information Minister when all you do is send out badly written stories to romance the commoners.
Besides, has he not realised who exactly he has crossed by summoning me?
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And I'm sure he does. he just goes around and abducts who the fuck ever and drops 'em here. And everyone's stuck no matter what. Don't think anyone's been able to touch him.
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[The ooze is considering his situation, being that he is... well, he is ooze and this captain-wizard-nutjob seems to have overlord figured out. Another Gladstone, yippee.]
Fortunate for him that I know not where he dwells, otherwise my considerable wrath might have been visited upon him!
[That sounds appropriately self-aggrandising; artistic, even, in its own merits.]
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[Note that Bartimaeus is leaving out a few key details: (1) His essence is hardly up to taking solid form, (2) it was Faquarl that Jabor that got him out of the tower, and (3) there is likely a point that goes here, but that would make him sound less astounding and therefore shall be edited out.]