[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.]

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[brotimaeus]

First off, we're gettin' one thing clear. I ain't a ghost.

[He drums his fingers against the bar. The actual answer to the question is a long time coming, and he has to knock back a shot of whiskey before he replies. It's better to keep it simple.]

Impaled with my own sword. Straight through into the ground.

[One fingertip taps against the centre of his chest.]

Nothin' to do but lie there and bleed out.

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[alwaysimpure]

I know you're not. Much too solid.

[Which doesn't really make this make any more sense, but nothing here did make sense, anyway.]

Ow. Sorry, mate. Drink's on me.

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[brotimaeus]

Heh, thanks.

[More quiet fingertapping, then he pushes a thumb and forefinger up along the bridge of his nose. There's a faint mark there, as if from a pair of glasses.]

I guess I ain't feelin' so cut up about it now.

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[alwaysimpure]

Was that a joke? Because if it was, it was horrible.

I approve.

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[brotimaeus]

[His expression twists into something of a bitter smirk.]

You tell me. I ain't sure if I'm actually findin' it funny or if I'm just wanting to spare myself the alternative.

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[alwaysimpure]

I try not to think too much about stuff here.

Nothing we can change about it, anyway. Whether it's fictional or not.

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[brotimaeus]

Normally, I'd say you're wrong, but I just ain't got that fight in me right now.

[He rubs his temple lightly.]

Guess I should be grateful. Ain't often you get a second chance at livin'.

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[alwaysimpure]

With people knowing more about my life than anyone but me ought to, it really doesn't bear thinking about too much.

And, yeah. This place does offer chances I'd not have otherwise, too.