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[emperor_cowboy]

[He can be seen jerking awake, just before falling out of the bed he was lying in... and the video switches to voice as the communicator fell to the floor. The sound of dragging himself back into bed can be heard.]

Son of a ... ergh...
Wh-what? Oh god...

All those people-- That was a dream?... Wasn't it? Wasn't it??

No... no it wasn't!

How do I even- I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to do any of it! I would never go out of my way to hurt a woman...!


Ugh... I... I think I'm going to be sick...

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[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes and he's right there seated in the bedside chair like nothing is amiss at all.]

So what was it like?

1/2

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Huh? What was what--

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He yelps again and scrambles to get away... meeting with the floor again.]

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[He wonders if he'll give himself a concussion if he does that enough.]

Still just a fool.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

You expected me NOT to try to put distance between us?

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[Walking over, he fists Hol by his shirt and tosses him back on the bed.]

No I expect you to answer my question.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He can only wince... and struggles to maintain a steady voice when speaking.]

I-I don't remember the question.

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

Your death.

[Taking his seat back nonchalantly, he leans in with morbid interest.]

What was it like?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

WHAT? That question is.... is ....

Goasksomeoneelse.

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

Tch.

You're the one that died, idiot.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

It was...

[He seemed to shudder at remembering it.]

Agonizing pain... and then nothing. Why... Why are you here?

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

Nothing?

[Not really paying attention to the last question, he seems slightly perturbed by the answer.]

That's all?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

What... were you expecting me to say?


[He's not exactly sure of this guy anymore... and he still wanted to know why he was there. Perhaps just to mock him.]

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[A little from column A. A little from column B.]

Nothing.

[A click is heard and before Hol can gasp for breath, cold steel is fixing his mouth open, letting him stare down the long barrel of Casull and the Reaper with that familiar grin handling it without an ounce of reproof.]

Perhaps I should try again and see if you wake up with another answer?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

WHAT!?

[He seems to outright freeze, like a deer in the headlights at this sudden course of action. A pained whimper escaped him, as he didn't know what to do... other than try to move his head backwards and away from the gun. This wasn't what he expected at all]

[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[Watching him petrify was like seeing that night all over again. Hol's terror was rather an addiction in itself. Yet one he could quickly bore of if he sent the man catatonic.]

Heh, yet that would be too easy.

[He almost liked him better in that other form. Almost. The vampire abhorred monsters of any sort. It felt like a mockery to himself that this world could just turn them from the creatures they had become on a whim.]

You should have died a man.

[Pulling the barrel back, he hoisted the weapon away and turned to simply depart, leaving Hol to soil himself in tears or...]