Praezius Vheruk
Gozantii Industries
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Posted - 2015.09.11 09:00:30 -
[1] - Quote
~Having been sitting six hours, reading instructions on a little box with a multitude of wires poking out of it--trying to make sense of something more difficult than Takmahl technology, he plugs in the little apparatus, tweaking the microphone several times, to make certain it's well set, clears his throat (roagarrphrahehem) and starts speaking.~
Ice pirate certain I'd bay indy waters locale, wrapping meandering root device yodel lay homey disease ant (Explective Deleted) up tea frenzied lap Nest. been tinning it'd bay a sigh, tea after tea (Expletive Deleted) fur a wile.
~Pausing, he looks over the words on the screen with a slowly raising eyebrow. That's... not what he'd said. Taking off the microphone, Praezius tap-tap-taps it several times, then looks over at another fellow at a console of the Hamazte's bridge, asking him to talk into the microphone.~
What do you want me to say, Captain?
~Nope; that's not what he said, yet at the same time, that's what showed up on the screen. Praezius tips his head, and dives into round two.~
Wither gains to me chess, weasel a lintel sun fall belay the waves, indy moo rising up buxom, tills oar twenty fore ours bay up.
~With a small gathering of folk about the screen, especially as his phrasing is much dirtier than the PG this is making him out to be--not to mention fairly close to insane, he stares deadpan at the screen for a few moments, then unplugs the wires tamped into the console, giving the little apparatus a whip over his shoulder. As somebody behind him ducks the box, he plugs his original microphone back into the console, clearing his throat and then goes on speaking, as he knows at least this simple system will work as he speaks.
Ne'ermin't 'dat. I'sa bae 'appy tae (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted), an't tae ma'e cert'n 'deys nae n'(expletive deleted) box li'e 'dat o'me boat, 'gin. Bu', as fer me twenny fore aours, 's gae bae pret' dirt' iffin I's gae me'ands on one woma'.
~Tapping buttons to send his response in, he gets up and makes to head out for the night, muttering something under his breath, his microphone catching the following, "Ain' no voice changer going to make a fool out of me twice."~ |