First flame

[mr_badguy]

[Sol is, of course, understandably upset about waking up in a strange place (maybe a strange time, too) after dealing with I-no. He's also disturbed about his limiter being missing. The first thing he does upon waking in his new bed was to check himself in the mirror. The Gear mark on his forehead is missing completely, along with the limiter. Hell, he had nothing on him, not even the Fuuenken. Something is very, very wrong. It wasn't the same time period at all...All of the old technology that he remembered from many years ago was right here in front of him. Well, not all of it, just most of it.

When he finally picks the phone up to make a call, there's only a few words from him.]

A musician in red. Anyone seen her?

((OOC: Action is fine for residents of 1124 Taylor, if you'd like that.))

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[phone]

[bleuflag]

[In part because phones aren't something ever felt natural or familiar to him, and in part because he spent way more time out and around than indoors where he could pick one up, and let's face it in part because his attention span was comparable to that of a fly- Sin didn't spend a lot of time on the line where he was able to catch many of the conversations that went on with the phones, although he'd become decreasingly wary of them as he had been when he first arrived.]

[This time, he gets lucky.]

..You kiddin' me?

[phone]

[mr_badguy]

[Definitely not a voice he recognized.]

Do you know or don't you? Don't waste my time.

Re: [phone]

[bleuflag]

I get eaten by zombies, blown up with blacktech, murdered by zombies, run over by blacktech, and kidnapped to be a science experiment--

And all you can do first thing you show up here is look for some bounty!?

[Boy, this high-strung personality is a bit familiar.]

[phone]

[mr_badguy]

[Familiar, indeed. Too shrill to be Ky, though. And it's not a bounty, more like a vendetta.]

Who the hell are you?

Re: [phone]

[bleuflag]

[My mommy said my voice is beautiful ( /A;)]

What kind of question is that!? You get hit over the head one too many times, old man!?

Tch, forget this-- where are ya? I hate these phone things anyway.

[phone]

[mr_badguy]

[WELL SHE LIED. You sound like Axl and Ky wrapped up in one nasally package.]

How do you know me? [And Sol hasn't checked where he's living. He's good like that.]

Re: [phone]

[bleuflag]

[That's just hurtful. Ky maybe, but Axl?]

..Man, you really did get whacked on the head, huh? Or maybe they did somethin' screwy to ya'.

--Huhn, or maybe you're like mum...?

[Sssure 'good' we'll go with that. Sin seems to have forgotten he was answering a question, though.]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He eyes the phone carefully before picking it up.]

Yeah I'd offer a better description if I were you.

[mr_badguy]

Time witch. [Because that clears EVERYTHING up.]

[emperor_cowboy]

Let's try this again. She tall? Skinny? Details help.

[mr_badguy]

If you don't know it from what I gave you, it's pointless to describe her.

[emperor_cowboy]

If yer magical time witch friend is floating 'round here, it's possible she's not wearing red. Just sayin'...

[mr_badguy]

... Not a friend.

[Phone]

[connedviakeyboard]

Caaaan't say I have, but that's kind of a vague description.

Chances are good they might show up here.

[Phone]

[mr_badguy]

...

She's dead if she does.

[Phone]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Oh. Well alright. He wasn't expecting an answer like that.]

Uuuuuh...

I guess this is going to sound stupid but considering the people here....is she dangerous, or...

[Phone]

[mr_badguy]

Very dangerous. [He doesn't want to give anymore information about I-no, mostly to keep people safe. It sounds more like he's being a complete jackass, though.]

[Phone]

[connedviakeyboard]

Soooo....

You wanna tell us more about her then, in case someone has seen her and might need more of a description?

[Which is good! If there's anything Benson is good at dealing with, it's other jackasses.

Oh. Wait. No. He's horrible at it.]

[Phone]

[mr_badguy]

Stay away from her if she shows up.

[imperial_ray]

-That voice... She'd know it anywhere.-

It's not her fault... if that's what you're thinking.

[mr_badguy]

[And he knew that voice.]

Dizzy. Where are you?

[imperial_ray]

Right now? This very moment?

At home.

[mr_badguy]

[Okay, he should have been more specific.] Which house?

[imperial_ray]

Oh! 1123 Taylor Road. -It was recited almost mechanically, as she often did with memorized factoids or numbers.-

[mr_badguy]

...Next door? [Well, that's convenient.]