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ragedagainst IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit |
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Date: 2025-12-22 11:13 pm (UTC)[ She startles. While Ren has been used to people in her head since she was a teen - thanks pack telepathy - it takes some getting used to when she's drunk. ]
What? Run that back again?
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Date: 2025-12-22 11:27 pm (UTC)[ Gamely sharp, but amused, a cat batting at passing movement. ]
You made an offer the other day.
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Date: 2025-12-23 12:21 am (UTC)[ No. She's fucking sour and bitter and rotten with anger. Enough that she's barely containing her rage. ]
What'd I say?
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Date: 2025-12-23 12:39 am (UTC)[ He could push the point, but first— ]
It has not helped you very much, by the sounds of things. I don't think it would be of much use to me either.
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Date: 2025-12-23 10:37 am (UTC)[ Drunk as she is, Ren's filter is lacking. What did it matter if everyone knew she was a werewolf anyway? She'd gone to few pains to hide it. It wasn't as if the sharpness of a her claws or strength of her jaw might change anything. ]
I realised th'other day-- I realised that she's been without me longer'n she actually knew me. That's fucked up. I promised myself-
I promised her I wassn't goin' t'be like that. That I'd be 'round for her. And whoop-- dint have a fuckin' choice anyway.
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Date: 2025-12-23 11:58 am (UTC)[ There are words in there he doesn't understand, but files away regardless. Little glimmers of a world different from his own. ]
Bad enough without this place's interference, its fragmentations. But you know, it is not only Yule, but also Christmas. The sadness must be gluttonous. And set to music.