theschmotone (
theschmotone) wrote2010-09-17 11:35 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Voice][Public, and tripping from the results of Rikku's accident]
[The accent of the voice is rather French.]
I zay, vhat vas zat? It smells of cherries all of a sudden. It is not unpleazant, though. It reminds me of ze Festival, and of moonlit strolls in ze garden with ze lovely young ladies vhen I vas young...
[Takes another deep breath, and coughs a little.]
I believe it vould be a fine day for zome fencing. Who is vith me?
I zay, vhat vas zat? It smells of cherries all of a sudden. It is not unpleazant, though. It reminds me of ze Festival, and of moonlit strolls in ze garden with ze lovely young ladies vhen I vas young...
[Takes another deep breath, and coughs a little.]
I believe it vould be a fine day for zome fencing. Who is vith me?
no subject
I'll fence with you, Dimo.
If I can...get to the practice...area....
[Voice]
[Voice]
Easier to get there, anyway. All we have to do is keep climbing...UP!
[Voice]
[Voice]
How high do you think your cliff is?
I've got a lake, with albatrosses.
[Voice]
[Voice]
My birds are snowy white. And they've got a wingspan of twelve feet!
[Voice]
Perhaps if I get a rope, I can lower myself down the cliff to your beach...
[Voice]
Or you can grab onto one of the birds as they go by. That's what I did a little while ago.
*a little later*
I'm here, Dimo! Is that you up there?
[Voice]
[yells "down" at Hisoka]
It iz! Shall ve duel, zen?
[Voice]
We duel, mon ami!