Mar 28, 2008 14:40
Oh, hey, now what is this? It's like a radio with a screen on it, well would you believe it?
I can't see where Master is, and I'm certain I'm back in Limbo... His little doohickey busted and he turned to goop, but he had to go somewhere.
Master?
Maaaaster?
Are you here, sir?
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Is anyone here, sir?
!ic,
oh hai guyz
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Welcome to Purgatorium, little servant.
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"Purgatorium?" Like Purgatory? Limbo?
I wonder if Master is here, then. Maybe I missed him.
And I'm not a servant, I don't think! I'm a familiar, sir, or that's what Master called me anyways.
A familiar, speaking of familiar, this place isn't at all familiar. Not like Uncle Istvan. He was always a little too familiar with the ladies, if you get me, sir. He was certainly energetic, he was.
...What were we talking about?
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Hmm, in a manner of speaking, yes. The living and the dead are here, mostly to repent for their sins.
Who is your Master?
And there's nothing wrong with familiarity with a few lovely young belles, my friend~
We were talking of you.
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Oh, I figured as much. Every time Master dies I get dragged along for the ride.
Master is Rasputin, of course. He was confidant to the Romanovs, you know, sir!
Oh, well, of course not, but Uncle Istvan had a taste for the taken ones, and it got him in a spot of trouble more than once. I remember when he--
Me? Me? Oh, all right then, sir, why not? I'm Bartok, a bat, as I guess you can see, since I seem to have this little icon of me next to my words and--
Is my rear really that big? I need to go on a diet or something, because wow. I tell you what, wow.
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Well, sir, Master is Master, of course.
Everyone called him Rasputin, but that sounded mean, even if it was his name, so I just called him master and sir and tried to be the best friend to him I could, up until he started trying to kill Anastasia.
I left around then and somehow I ended up here back in Limbo!
You wouldn't have seen a busted doohickey and a pile of goop covered robes around here, would you, sir?
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You look like a pretty girl, from your picture. Red hair, too. Anastasia had red hair, pretty red hair, especially when she wore her pretty tiara with it. It was a really pretty tiara and I've always wondered what I'd look like with a tiara, but I always thought that sounded funny to say and I said it and it totally did and I'm just thinking "oh, no, sir, did I say that?"
Because I did, and now everyone's going to picture me in a tiara and no one's ever going to take me seriously again and--
[transmission times out]
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You remind me of Chopper, a little. I like you.
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And who's Chopper? Not that you liking isn't nice, sir.
I'm just curious, sir.
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And how is that, little guy?
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Well, sir, not many bats talk.
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I'm Bartok, sir, a Russian white bat. What's your name, sir?
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Nekozawa Umehito, a Japanese black mage~~~
Bartok, was it?
Удовольствие встретить вас, я уверен...
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Я говорю вас что господину, ему всегда удовольствие поговорить как это, господина.
(("Absolutely, sir! So good to meet another person who speaks Russian, sir, if I may say so.
I tell you what sir, it's always a pleasure to talk like this, sir."))
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