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audio; slightly backdated to an ungodly hour of the morning
Good morning.
[ the voice on the other end seems to have a vague Russian accent. ]
Since it seems to be a common theme lately, I have a question for everyone: What is the absolute strangest thing you've ever seen or experienced, either where you come from, or from here?
[ a pause ]
In the interest of good faith, I've got a story to share with you about mine. My first Commanding Officer had the unique ability to shoot electricity out of his hands. He was a real piece of work, [ no that was probably sharing too much ] but that's neither here or there. Anyways... he could shoot electricity out of his hands. Which you might or might not find out of the ordinary, but it wasn't quite the weirdest shit I've ever run up against.
[ but back to the story ] Anyways, he ended up getting killed by an enemy agent, much to the dismay of almost no one. But, even if his brain was gone, somehow his body was kept alive, almost out of sheer spite.
And twenty years later, he woke up. But he was on fire. And that fire... [ a pause as he looks for the right word ] zombie [ that was not the right word ] chased me and this other guy on a flaming unicorn.
And that was the strangest thing I've ever experienced.
[ but instead of it shutting off, his tone changes ever so slightly, as he seems to be talking to a person on the other end. ]
-So as you can see, I'm perfectly...
[ no. now it's shut off. ]
[ the voice on the other end seems to have a vague Russian accent. ]
Since it seems to be a common theme lately, I have a question for everyone: What is the absolute strangest thing you've ever seen or experienced, either where you come from, or from here?
[ a pause ]
In the interest of good faith, I've got a story to share with you about mine. My first Commanding Officer had the unique ability to shoot electricity out of his hands. He was a real piece of work, [ no that was probably sharing too much ] but that's neither here or there. Anyways... he could shoot electricity out of his hands. Which you might or might not find out of the ordinary, but it wasn't quite the weirdest shit I've ever run up against.
[ but back to the story ] Anyways, he ended up getting killed by an enemy agent, much to the dismay of almost no one. But, even if his brain was gone, somehow his body was kept alive, almost out of sheer spite.
And twenty years later, he woke up. But he was on fire. And that fire... [ a pause as he looks for the right word ] zombie [ that was not the right word ] chased me and this other guy on a flaming unicorn.
And that was the strangest thing I've ever experienced.
[ but instead of it shutting off, his tone changes ever so slightly, as he seems to be talking to a person on the other end. ]
-So as you can see, I'm perfectly...
[ no. now it's shut off. ]
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[A pause. He could mention how he got his interesting powers, but that's something best kept under his metaphorical hat for now.]
I've got to say, losing a year to a party on a planet of insect people is pretty up there.
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seriously... why would someone do that]Really.
I'd think that you could come up with something stranger than that.
[ maybe he wasn't at his best game because he cannot stop thinking about that arm thing. ]
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[The arm thing is definitely out for now. No way Ocelot knows about that!!]
I'm sure if you'd been there you would have known how strange it was.
I suppose the time I became a beloved sports star was pretty strange.
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[ he's trying really hard to not think about the arm, but it just keeps drifting back up. ]
A sports star. Was that while you were all on board the Moira?
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Because, honestly, thanks to who I know? Your little story isn't all that strange to me at all.
[So there, Ocelot. So there.]
We stopped at a small colony for a bit, a while back. I went by the stadium while they were recruiting, and I figured I might as well try it out. Turns out I wasn't bad at it at all. People were giving me all sorts of gifts.
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[ seriously...
he cannot stop thinking about that arm.
who. does. that. ]
You ever hear of an old Soviet war hero called The Sorrow?
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[Because that's the best way of getting him to not use that name, right?
But, oh well, he'll listen to the story for now.]
...I believe so, yes. Is that supposed to be the strange part?
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[ his voice is light, masking any true emotions. ]
Did you know he could allow spirits to take control of his body? More easily if he had a possession of theirs readily available.
[ because Ocelot knew this. ]
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He doesn't say anything for a moment.]
What exactly are you getting at, Ocelot?
[Because this story sounds uncomfortably close to something that Ocelot shouldn't know about.]
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[ now how could he know? could it have something to do with the fact that Miller knows. and if Miller knows, John knows. and if John knows, Ocelot knows.
so in a way, it was like Eli had told Ocelot the story himself. ]
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[This is not the kind of gossip that needs to be spread around the family here.]
Because I was getting the strangest thought you meant it as a metaphor for something else.
[YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE, OCELOT.]
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[ ELI, if he were trying to be subtle, you'd KNOW. ]
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[YEAH, WELL, STILL.]
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[ John seriously don't tell him this is weird enough already. ]
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[Too late, deets were dropped.]
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[ obviously it isn't. ]
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[SAY IT, PAL.]
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My point, Eli is there are strange things that can happen when you're a medium.
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There are strange things that can happen when you're not, as well. For someone so keen on getting specifics out of me, you're certainly being vague.
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and now he laughs. and laughs.
and... yeah. he's drunk. sue him. ]
You never know who might be a medium, Eli.
[ and he's going to leave it at that. ]
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I suppose sometimes you can get an idea.
[Anyway...]
Stop calling me that.
[Like hell he's ever gonna let anyone get the last word.]