IC Inbox: Inugami

[notglitching]

[The phone comes with a cheerful default greeting voice.]

Hello! You have reached the voice mail of:

[Cue ten seconds of uncertain rumbling.]

If you would like to leave a message, please do so after the beep!

Comments

Backdated to late 11/10-early morning 11/11; text 1/???

[copychip]

You're an asshole, you know that?

2/???

[copychip]

I mean who the hell randomly attacks a person in the middle of a hallway? Not a normal person, that's for sure

3/???

[copychip]

You suck a lot. Why the hell did you even keep the painting??? It's creepy as hell.

4/???

[copychip]

I guess it suits you. Cause you're a lot like those damn beasts with your stupid growling and you know you should learn how to talk properly because that's a thing.

5/???

[copychip]

Screw you. You're terrible. I can't believe Yori's friends with you.

6/7

[copychip]

You're on my hit list buddy. Prepare to have your dignity destroyed.

7/7 DONE oh my god

[copychip]

[This text comes fifteen minutes after the previous one.]

Oh and have fun with the little surprise I left in your room.

HOLY CRAP YOU ARE AMAZING (1/4)

[notglitching]

[....................WHAT EVEN IS THIS NUMBER???]

2/4

[notglitching]

[...oh, right. That time with the...]

3/4

[notglitching]

[.........]

4/4!

[notglitching]

[It takes a little longer for Rinzler to reply—largely due to texting Yori and making sure whatever attempt at retaliation was going on did not, in fact, involve a threat to her. Murder response averted...]

No purpose: talking to a glitch.

Warning acknowledged.

[He'll just be disabling that trap when he gets back kthx.]

[copychip]

What. I'm not a glitch! You're just a stupid growly bastard who talks like a mechaniloid! A really dumb one too!

[Good luck with that Rinzler, he's gotten very good at setting traps. Unless Yori said something....]

[notglitching]

[Axl. Axl. The room has eight things in it, and two of them are beds. Rinzler suspects he can manage.]

Smart enough not to alert my prey.

[Unlike a certain someone he could *cough, glitch* mention. Axl can take that as a reminder... or a threat. After all, if he's targeting Rinzler's living space... well. It's hard to say where the next attack might come, isn't it?

If really easy to guess how...]

[copychip]

[You think that but then...!! Okay yeah no his trapping skills aren't actually up to snuff yet. Maybe if he had a few more decades of experience, he could actually spring one on Rinzler.]

That was just a gesture of mercy! I won't warn you the next time I set a trap!

[copychip]

Also can you cut out the 'prey' thing. You're not a beast dammit you're a person

DONE

[copychip]

Actually no I changed my mind you're a beast. A dumb beast. With pieces missing from your processor.

[notglitching]

[Wow, Axl. That was almost touching until it wasn't at all.]

Enforcer.

[Not a person or a user-creature, thanks.]

Better than you.

[copychip]

Yeah, course you'd be someone's pet guard dog. Makes sense.

And for your information, I'm a Hunter. And Hunters kick ass, so I'm way better than you.

1/2

[notglitching]

[Oh. That insult is finally familiar. If not one people usually said to Rinzler's face. Most programs are smart enough to avoid asking for their own deletion.

Axl? Be very, very glad you're using text.]

Not a pet.

[notglitching]

Glitch: too weak to hunt anyone.

Only valid classification: prey.

1/2

[copychip]

[Oh, did he strike a nerve? He definitely has to exploit this.]

You enforce something, right? Rules? Your master's orders? I dunno, that sure sounds like a pet to me. You ever try thinking for yourself before?

[copychip]

That's only because I'm missing basically everything that makes up who I am. Once I get my functions back I'll be kicking your ass before you know it, buster.

1/2

[notglitching]

[AXL, RINZLER WILL FIND YOU WHERE YOU SLEEP.]

Wrong. Weapon.

[notglitching]

Function loss: universal.

Failure: yours.

[copychip]

Yeah, and those glowing lines on you are totally a normal thing on humans. Clearly you got something back. I haven't gotten anything back yet.

[Besides his broken gun and the scar on his face. While appreciated, it didn't help him any.]