Cassian Ó Loinsigh (
feckinboomstick) wrote in
genessia2017-05-03 01:52 am
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VIDEO via Tannusen's communicator, ACTION optional for Nova
[It starts off as just voice. Looks like Tannusen switched this on in a bag, and the reason for this bit of sneaky behavior is slowly becoming clear-]
Voice activated lift my skinny white arse, been yellin' at this useless souped up piece of horse shite for five goddamn minutes now-
It isn't funny, Tannusen!
Quit your feckin' gigglin' an' help me!
[No dice, the tiger just keeps trying not to break something with laughter as the annoyed Irishman digs himself deeper into his foul mood.]
ELEVEN.
ELEVEN YE RUSTED PIECE OF AMERICAN DOG SHITE, ELEVEN!
.... ELEVEN!
[Now the camera is out, mostly because the man in question has his back turned, trying to scale up along the sides of the elevator using the hand rails]
AYE THEN, LISTEN TO ME WHAT WHEN I TALK TO YE!
[Cooley, a smooth, female, automated voice answers, ever tranquil.]
Please state your floor slowly and calmly
[This doesn't seem to help his anger management at all.]
CALM? CALM, I'LL SHOW YE CALM! STICK IT UP YER ARSE YE FECKIN' AUTOMATIC COW!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
TAKE US TO ELEVEN GODDAMNIT WHAT BEFORE I BLAST A HOLE IN YOUR TIN SIDIN'! YE THINK I'M JOKIN' WITH YE?!
TANNUSEN, STOP STANDIN' THERE AN' QUIT LAUGHIN'-
[The priest whirls his head around to look at the tiger, catching sight of the communicator]
... TURN THAT BEDAMNED BLASTED THING OFF, YE FECKIN' PILLOCK!
Voice activated lift my skinny white arse, been yellin' at this useless souped up piece of horse shite for five goddamn minutes now-
It isn't funny, Tannusen!
Quit your feckin' gigglin' an' help me!
[No dice, the tiger just keeps trying not to break something with laughter as the annoyed Irishman digs himself deeper into his foul mood.]
ELEVEN.
ELEVEN YE RUSTED PIECE OF AMERICAN DOG SHITE, ELEVEN!
.... ELEVEN!
[Now the camera is out, mostly because the man in question has his back turned, trying to scale up along the sides of the elevator using the hand rails]
AYE THEN, LISTEN TO ME WHAT WHEN I TALK TO YE!
[Cooley, a smooth, female, automated voice answers, ever tranquil.]
Please state your floor slowly and calmly
[This doesn't seem to help his anger management at all.]
CALM? CALM, I'LL SHOW YE CALM! STICK IT UP YER ARSE YE FECKIN' AUTOMATIC COW!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
TAKE US TO ELEVEN GODDAMNIT WHAT BEFORE I BLAST A HOLE IN YOUR TIN SIDIN'! YE THINK I'M JOKIN' WITH YE?!
TANNUSEN, STOP STANDIN' THERE AN' QUIT LAUGHIN'-
[The priest whirls his head around to look at the tiger, catching sight of the communicator]
... TURN THAT BEDAMNED BLASTED THING OFF, YE FECKIN' PILLOCK!

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And here's the elevator chiming in again-- ]
You have not selected a floor number.
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UUUUUP YOURS YE COW!
[Properly emphasized with a hurled charm that he didn't activate because as angry as he is, breaking public property is bad.
And expensive]
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Aaaand down they went! ]
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He clambers for the communicator as he drags Tannusen down to his level, trying to pry his fingers off of it or shut it off or whatever comes first]
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Okay, and it continues after, it's just not being broadcast now. ]
Oh, is this the sort of thing I need to do to get you on top?
[ Tannu, no.
Well... maybe yes.
But no. ]
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This is a public lift, keep your bedroom talk in the bedroom!
[Or Velvet Lust where it's expected to be heard]
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Come on, you've known me for a little while now. When have I ever kept bedroom talk to the bedroom?
[ <3 ]
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WITH THE FROGS.
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[ That's right, have a Labyrinth quote. He sounds... more than halfway to singing it, too. ]
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Nae, don't ye start!
[Don't make him feel an emotion in this elevator damnit]
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[ Okay, now that's him actually singing. For the first time around Cassian.
He has a weakness for Bowie, okay? Most Faeries do, he's found. ]
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SO YES HE HAS SEEN LABYRINTH AND ALSO FUCK YOU]
QUIT IT!
[There's a smile trying to break through that stubborn scowl, anyone can see it, you loser.]
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You starve and near exhaust me. Everything I've done, I've done for you!
[ Aaand he reaches up to boop Cassian on the nose with a fingertip at that. ]
I move the stars for no one!
[ Except you, Cass. Except you. ]
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[His face is jammed in his hands, still yelling, the motion is to hide that infectious smile trying to appear.]
NOT IN THE LIFT!
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You've run so long, you've run so far...
[ And here he is trying to pry Cassian's hands off his face. ]
Your eyes can be so cruel~! Just as I can be so cruel! Oh, I do believe in you, yes I do!
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Tannusen pries his hands free, it's not that hard, and to continue this sham?
Cassian buries his face in Tannusen's neck instead, wheezing]
Ye monster.
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Live without your sunlight; love without your heartbeat...! I, I can't live... within... you...
[ At least it's a quick song? If... a bit on the nose, considering. ]
Gimme a kiss or I'll start a sappier one next.
[ BLACKMAIL. ]
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Only if ye open the damn lift doors.
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Deal.
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[ He lets that comment hang for a second in all its potentially-lewd glory, then taps himself on his own lips with a wink. ]
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The glare doesn't let up until Tannusen taps his lips]
I'm gonna make ye a dog house an' ye can sleep in that.
[But he does lean back down and press another kiss to his lips, actually letting that one linger a moment]
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Look, he's never claimed to not be a total sap, under all the jokes. ]
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... Ye need another to restart your brain then?
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...I wouldn't mind.
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