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 Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:05 pm
"Oi, you-" he started incredulously. They were insulting his accent, now?
"Alrigh'. Pass me on to your er.. manager, or somefing." F wasn't used to saying something like that. He would usually be on the receiving end of complaints, if anything.
"Or even better-" he remembered the voice that had 'welcomed' him.
"Let me speak to vat French bloke." If a bit creepy, he had seemed more clued in at least.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:10 pm
"Manager? I don't have a manager!" Ambrose replied, sounding totaly confused. He paused, thinking. He was asking for blood, then for his manager? And he seemed almost as confused as he did. "Who is this? And... why did you call me for blood if you don't even have a syringe? How does a lab run out of syringes? Or think that islanders have managers??"
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:15 pm
"Well, what- What..?" he floundered until asked who he was. He clung to the question he could answer. "It's F. Fidatof.. Bochinsky. You know, vuh flea-man?" he waved an arm briefly in front of what he assumed was a camera.
"Fanks to you." he added dryly.
"You tell me 'ow one can run out! I d-" he paused. "What?" he asked again simply. What was this?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:21 pm
"Fidatof?" Suddently everything clicked, and Ambrose started to laugh a mirthful, hearthy laugh. "You're an islander?? Flea you say? Poor luck, friend.... you think I'm the labs? Noo... no, my name is Ambrose. I'm in duplex 1. Did you hit the wrong button or somthing? Lord, that explains a lot."
He sat back down on the edge of his bed, shaking his head. "I thought you were asking for a blood sample..." He trialed off. Flea he said... asking for blood... hungry. Dear lord, the poor b*****d. Turning into a flea??.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:28 pm
"Why are you-" He was about to demand to know why they were laughing at his name.
"Oh, ohh.." It couldn't have got any more obvious before it had clicked with F. It hadn't even occured to him that you Could get through to other duplexes with this block of metal.
He gave a short laugh. "Vey need t'make vuh buttons more.. obvious." he tried to excuse his mistake. "A big one saying LABS, for instance, would be good. Does vis place 'ave a suggestion box?" he asked, statements running into each other.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:31 pm
"I suppose so." Ambrose politely agreed. "Zero reaches the labs. Anythign else with the pound key will reach the other duplexes. I... can't say they exactly have a suggestions' box. Though you can always call the labs... for real this time." He jabbed.
"But sorry about the confusion." Ambrose commented. "And... I wish you the best of luck." He added honestly. "Maybe sometime we'll run into eachother face to face. You... well.... I don't suppose you can miss me. I'm a large, rather wolfish fellow." He finished with a slightly resentful note.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:39 pm
F rubbed the side of his face. "I see, right. Fanks." he spoke appreciatively.
"Wolfish, eh? I'll refrain from jumping on your back when we do." he gave a proper laugh. "Fanks again, heh." he added, wondering how to 'switch off' a previous call.
"So I'll give it another go.." he said awkwardly, and pushed the zero button with a thumb.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:44 pm
Ambrose laughed at the joke, "that would be appreciated. Been trying to avoid picking up fleas as best I can." He smiled. "tiny or otherwise."
"Best of luck." He bid him goodbye as the intercom beeped again.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:45 pm
A moment later, after the zero was pressed, another voice carried through the intercom, this time with a familiar French accent.
"Aah, so you finally figured outthe intercom systme then, eh?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:49 pm
"Ah, great." F gave a relieved sigh as soon as the voice came through his side, even if it was cut short by the fact that it formed a vaguely irritating remark.
"Yes actually, fanks." he said flippantly. "Well if you were listenin', you know what I'm after.."
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:51 pm
"I couldn't help but overhear that amusing diatribe." Sabin confirmed with a note of laughteri n his voice.
"And yes... I did hear. You desire blood, am I correct? Something more suiting to your new apetites?" His last few words were all but a satisfied purr.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:56 pm
"Didn' want t' spoil vuh moment by making yourself known either, I suppose?" he said casually.
"Vat's right, I desire blood." he mimiced the voice. "And I'm sure you'd rather I didn' take it as I pleased from.. other sources." he gave an innocent smile to the floor.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:58 pm
"Of course not. Why ruin the moment." Sabin grinned.
"And no, we can't be having that, now can we? I don't think they'd appreciate it much. Or you the results." The threat was exchanged in a deceptively casual tone.
"But I'll see to it that you get what it is you need."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:04 pm
"Sure." he said simply, a pleasant smile back on his features.
"So what kinda blood'll it be..?" he couldn't resist asking. He briefly wondered if squirrel-human blood tasted any different to whatever they'd cook up.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:05 pm
"Hrmmm.... well, we'll just have to see what we have in stock, now won't we?" Sabin responded mysteriously with a smile in his voice.
"Is there anything else I can help you with before I see to your request?"
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