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sixth breath ✧ voice / action
[The journal falls open with a thud, and the sound of crackling can be heard, soon followed by the roar of a vacuum cleaner. Something seems off about the sound, though, as if the machine is spazzing out, bumping around like no vacuum cleaner is meant to do. Isamu's cursing is drowned out by it at first, but he eventually makes his way closer to the journal.]
--hardly touched... All right fine, you know what? I don't like you either!
[The scream that follows is shortand definitely not girly sounding. The door to his apartment opens and he's quite literally chased out of it by the possessed device. This, dear people of Luceti, is why you don't attempt to practice electrical magic around electrical appliances, especially when said magic isn't really working properly for you.
Eventually, Isamu slams his foot down on the vacuum cleaner and it comes to a sputtering stop. It may be possible to hear him panting out in the hall.]
It's all good. I got this under control.
--hardly touched... All right fine, you know what? I don't like you either!
[The scream that follows is short
Eventually, Isamu slams his foot down on the vacuum cleaner and it comes to a sputtering stop. It may be possible to hear him panting out in the hall.]
It's all good. I got this under control.
[Voice]
They want respect, and you're pretty damn lacking in that area.
[Voice]
I can respect my martial arts instructor. Mostly.
[Voice]
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But you have to respect them completely.
[Voice]
Well, I can always try.
[Voice]
But try not to get killed in the process unless you feel like losing something important.
[Voice]