thecopper | Answerphone and Contact Post

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Answerphone and Contact Post

Hiya, you have reached Gwen Cooper. I'm unavailable, so please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon--

Oh, Jack, this bloody well better be impo--

::click::

::beep::

{{please leave any messages for Gwen or her mun if you need to reach us!}}

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Fine. If you call I'll answer, unless you've called to take the piss or I'm wrestling with one of you alien types. Happy?

Well, there's no surprise, comin' from you.

Ecstatic.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Good. I wouldn't have you any other way.

And you should. I wouldn't want to insult you, after all.

You'd never do something like that. You're too sweet.

Oh, John. By now I would have thought you had the foresight to know I'm anything but sweet.

Oh, carer. You try so hard.

Oh, John, don't patronize me. Just because I care doesn't mean I'm not capable of the same things you are.

No, Gwenny. That's exactly what it means.

Call me Gwenny again, Johnny, and learn quite the opposite.

Johnny? I think you're right. Time to stop. Because while we could call Jack 'Jacky,' Iantoy doesn't really work.

Though really, it was absolutely your terrifying threat that made me stop.

It's easy for you to mock me when I'm not holding a gun to your head, isn't? Then it's all, "Oh, don't kill me, I'm trying to help."

And no, Iantoy doesn't work at all.

I was trying to help. But killing me doesn't count. Anyone could want to do that.

I am sure anyone would want to. Regardless, you still looked pretty scared.

No one wants to die.

Oh, did I hit a nerve?

You're very good, you know. Being able to kill someone you think is an enemy is quite an accomplishment. Of course I'm not dead, but I'm sure you meant it.

Awwe, and the sarcasm makes a come-back. It's very becoming. All that balled up hatred towards people you barely know. Must be exhausting for you.

Dearest, if I really hated you, you'd be dead.

If I recall correctly, you already tried to kill me, and failed miserably.

If you call that an attempt.

Poisoning me was definitely an attempt. And that little speech you did before you left... very impressive. Would have sent chills down my spine, had I not been completely paralyzed. I especially liked the last bit, too. A little bitterness is your calling card, isn't it?

That wasn't an attempt, that was a test. And I think I'm allowed a little bitterness, maybe.

What exactly were you testing? My ability to survive poison? And perhaps, but you could learn to channel it a bit better.

Hardly. That poison is fatal, after all.

Why should I bother?

That's my point.

Well, you seem a bit annoyed that so many people want to kill you. You might want to consider anger management.

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