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[lapwing]

[On the network is what appears to be a young boy, about 12 or 13 years old. For a moment, he stares quite soulfully at the video output impossibly deep, black eyes, and then pokes at the screen with one fingernail.]

Not even a proper imp in there, how's that for you...?

[He pulls back and mimes clearing his throat. A voice far, far more booming than is fit for the child's face resounds across the feed.]

Right, broadcast. AHEM. This is just a friendly, non-suspicious question, inquiring on when the next coup or violent overthrow of this government is going to be. Not that I'm actually advocating it, I just know you humans really can't resist.

I'm pretty handy with a popcorn machine if anyone can provide good seats.

Comments

[dendarii]

[ It's too much. This is just too ridiculous. Miles bursts out laughing. ]

[lapwing]

Right?

[ There's wobbling when it talks. It seems unfortunate. ]

[dendarii]

[ He just shakes his head after a moment. ]

It's too ridiculous to be terrible.

[lapwing]

[ .....................................





the muting has backfired, Bartimaeus can't hear the CLEARLY WORDS OF PRAISE FOR HIS INGENUITY.



He turns back into the child and opens the line again. ]

See. Not to be trifled with.

[dendarii]

[ Clearly words of praise that you have missed courtesy of your shenanigans. Miles brightens at the line clearly being unmuted. ]

Oh, yes. Consider me thoroughly intimidated.

[lapwing]

As you should be. Anyways, where were we? Oh yes: Piss off.

[dendarii]

I'm not sure you could have given how you had it positioned just now.

[lapwing]

[ SHUTS OFF THE FEED.


























And then cracks up. Okay, that might have been halfway decent. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles snorts a bit on his end too.

And if Bartimaeus is watching carefully, he might see a certain comment disappear. ]