[Accidental Audio][Forward-dated to the 29th/post-event]

[brotimaeus]

[[ooc: Because things are fucked up enough for him without his little bro being a sword]]

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[He's not running, but his footsteps are quick, breathing heavy and not panicked, not panicked, because Bro Strider doesn't panic, not even when he wakes up in a hospital bed with the last memories he has still fresh in his mind being told by someone who sounds too calm that he's fictional. Or was.

Under his breath, he's talking to himself.]

Okay, okay, just. Calm down. Take it easy, Bro. This ain't the most fucked up thing you ever got yourself into, just.. Okay. Priorities. One. Find out where the fuck I am and what the hell is really goin' on here 'cause I ain't down with all this 'you ain't real' bullshit.

Two. Two.. find a fuckin' bar.

[His footsteps pause, then resume. The audio cuts off.]

Comments

[kantstoppfantstopp]

Haha, good man! I know exactly what you mean, except I always feel it!

_{[Not true.]}

But that's normal for a man instilled with as much awesomeness as me. Kesesese

[brotimaeus]

[Excuse the odd look he gives you. What the hell is that laugh?]

Always good to meet a guy with a healthy ego.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Sir, you have just been introduced to the most obnoxious and egotistical laugh in the history of every universe.]}

Likewise! Where do you hail from, Strider?

[brotimaeus]

[Well he sure hasn't heard worse. He knocks back the last of his drink before he responds.]

Texas.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Gilbert pulls on his chin. You know, stroking that beard he doesn't have.]}

They say everything is bigger in Texas, though I haven't ventured out there in ages. _{[If ever.]} Is it true?

[brotimaeus]

[There's a pause, then a smirk, and then Bro laughs shortly.]

I'd be tellin' a lie if I said it ain't. Texas likes it big.

[Smirk.]

If you catch my drift.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Have a hearty laugh in response.]}

Oh, I do. I know all about big.

[brotimaeus]

[Another smirk. Bro lifts his glass in a silent toast.]

That a fact?

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[He tips his glass.]}

Hell yes.