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[It's very abruptly that Gil's voice breaks through to the main Network, and it doesn't sound good - there's a remarkable fury to it, that very poorly masks his probably much larger panic. It also doesn't seem like he's actually aware that other people can hear him.]
--of a bitch I am going to kill him for this-- fucking - bastard! Gonna snap his other horn off and shove it up his fucking arse--
[If someone doesn't interrupt him then he's going to continue on that vein for the next four minutes - and very nearly four minutes exactly - before he vanishes.
Briefly.
...
It takes about ten minutes for Gil to come back online properly, and even his psychic presence is tense and tired. And when he talks, the earlier overtones of panic have been replaced with a persistent, if lowkey, manic energy buried under a very thick layer of exhaustion.]
Okay. I am. Okay.
Being in a Diabolin brain is fucking unpleasant, everything is very, like- saturated and exaggerated and I am fairly sure I am like. Lowkey a little bit high? It feels weird, it's fucking weird.
We're working on the whole cohabitation thing but Grant is fucking pissed. Which, you know, would be funny if he wasn't the one who kicked me out in the first place and made me take over! So that was fun!
[There's a brief pause to take a deep breath. Metaphorically smooth his fur down.]
So. You guys've been busy! Saw a few people in silver, didn't think we were gonna do that with the whole "confirmed to be an actual cult" thing.
--of a bitch I am going to kill him for this-- fucking - bastard! Gonna snap his other horn off and shove it up his fucking arse--
[If someone doesn't interrupt him then he's going to continue on that vein for the next four minutes - and very nearly four minutes exactly - before he vanishes.
Briefly.
...
It takes about ten minutes for Gil to come back online properly, and even his psychic presence is tense and tired. And when he talks, the earlier overtones of panic have been replaced with a persistent, if lowkey, manic energy buried under a very thick layer of exhaustion.]
Okay. I am. Okay.
Being in a Diabolin brain is fucking unpleasant, everything is very, like- saturated and exaggerated and I am fairly sure I am like. Lowkey a little bit high? It feels weird, it's fucking weird.
We're working on the whole cohabitation thing but Grant is fucking pissed. Which, you know, would be funny if he wasn't the one who kicked me out in the first place and made me take over! So that was fun!
[There's a brief pause to take a deep breath. Metaphorically smooth his fur down.]
So. You guys've been busy! Saw a few people in silver, didn't think we were gonna do that with the whole "confirmed to be an actual cult" thing.