Bunachar....
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XuryuDeschain (DELETED 2396)
Xuryu walked into the apartment, heaving a sigh of relief that no one else was about. He pulled a flashdrive from his bag and plugged it into the laptop in the kitchen. He hoped it was alright for him to be using it. He didn't like interacting with anyone else except Echo.
"Compu'er, noo dochoomint" He said hesitantly, not sure if the laptop would actually pick up his words through his thick Scottish accent. He hadn't tried it before, but he'd heard others use similar commands. It was a pretty neat function, honestly, the voice recognition bit. The computer thought for a minute and then flash an error screen, telling him to speak slowly and clearly. "Feck it," he muttered, "Ah'll hae Echo fix it ur somethin' later."
He manually opened a new document, and spoke out loud as he typed his thoughts into what was going to be another journal page.
Ah got sunburnt again the-day. Ah forgot Ah cannae lay it at nicht. That's thee days in a raw. Also, those thugs.. they're nastier than yoo'd expect.. "gangster". Ha. They're jist wee jimmies wearin' their keks tay law. They're mingin' buggers thocht.
I've spent most ay mah time in th' huntin' groonds. Ah feel bad fur killin' th' wildlife when it's nae fur scran, but Ah suppose Ah hae tae graw somehaw. Ah try tae hink ay it as trainin'. Nae waste. It's stoaner thocht. These puir creatures shoods be ootwith. Nae in a reserve tae be slaughtered. That's whit it is pure. Slaughter.
Mah sire is huir uv a helpful. Aam... enjoyin' gettin' tae ken 'er. Tis th' first time I've pure wanted tae be aroond anyain since... mum an' da.. She's abit th' only bodie Ah can handle. but Aam supposed tae meit lae ay th' fowk at some point. aam hopin' tae pit it aff fur as lang as possible.
Aam nae guid at these joornal keepin' things. That's aw th' thooghts in mah heed fur noo.
With that, he saved the file to a folder on the flashdrive, closed it, pulled it, and shoved it back in his bag before heading out. He'd heard about the quarantine zone and was rather intrigued by it. Making sure his knife was sharp and strapped to his thigh beneath a false cargo pocket, he picked up his bag and headed for a door. He paused for a moment, went back to the table and scrawled a four-leaf clover on a piece of paper with a smiley face. He nodded and grunted happily at his little scrawl and turned it into an airplane, sending it floating down the hall into Echo's bedroom.
"Canty St Patty's day, lassie," he grumbled softly as he slid out the door and back into the wild streets of Harper Rock.
"Compu'er, noo dochoomint" He said hesitantly, not sure if the laptop would actually pick up his words through his thick Scottish accent. He hadn't tried it before, but he'd heard others use similar commands. It was a pretty neat function, honestly, the voice recognition bit. The computer thought for a minute and then flash an error screen, telling him to speak slowly and clearly. "Feck it," he muttered, "Ah'll hae Echo fix it ur somethin' later."
He manually opened a new document, and spoke out loud as he typed his thoughts into what was going to be another journal page.
Ah got sunburnt again the-day. Ah forgot Ah cannae lay it at nicht. That's thee days in a raw. Also, those thugs.. they're nastier than yoo'd expect.. "gangster". Ha. They're jist wee jimmies wearin' their keks tay law. They're mingin' buggers thocht.
I've spent most ay mah time in th' huntin' groonds. Ah feel bad fur killin' th' wildlife when it's nae fur scran, but Ah suppose Ah hae tae graw somehaw. Ah try tae hink ay it as trainin'. Nae waste. It's stoaner thocht. These puir creatures shoods be ootwith. Nae in a reserve tae be slaughtered. That's whit it is pure. Slaughter.
Mah sire is huir uv a helpful. Aam... enjoyin' gettin' tae ken 'er. Tis th' first time I've pure wanted tae be aroond anyain since... mum an' da.. She's abit th' only bodie Ah can handle. but Aam supposed tae meit lae ay th' fowk at some point. aam hopin' tae pit it aff fur as lang as possible.
Aam nae guid at these joornal keepin' things. That's aw th' thooghts in mah heed fur noo.
With that, he saved the file to a folder on the flashdrive, closed it, pulled it, and shoved it back in his bag before heading out. He'd heard about the quarantine zone and was rather intrigued by it. Making sure his knife was sharp and strapped to his thigh beneath a false cargo pocket, he picked up his bag and headed for a door. He paused for a moment, went back to the table and scrawled a four-leaf clover on a piece of paper with a smiley face. He nodded and grunted happily at his little scrawl and turned it into an airplane, sending it floating down the hall into Echo's bedroom.
"Canty St Patty's day, lassie," he grumbled softly as he slid out the door and back into the wild streets of Harper Rock.