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Bartok the Bat
12 September 2008 @ 11:35 am
PLEASE DEFRIEND THIS JOURNAL IF YOU ARE OR WERE A MEMBER OF [info]apurgatorium.
 
 
Bartok the Bat
Sir, it's pandemonium out here! There's so many people who need help, but I'm letting you know I'm all right, Claire sir, Greed sir.

I'm really glad I have you as a frien-- Oh no!

Sir, look out! look out!

[fluttering of wings and a series of harsh squeaks, Bartok's voice sounds distant]

Sir, sir! Please, go to your home, sir! There's a safe path over-- SIIIRRR!

[rumbling as another hole opens, and a person screams] I got you, sir! Don't worry!

[more rumbling, sudden grinding of rocks against each other]

Sir, what's tha-- [sudden high-pitched squeal as rocks hit something]

SIR! CLAIRE SIIRR! GREED SIIIRRR!

[silence for a minute or more, then rocks clatter, and tiny squeaking gasps are heard, then the slight sound of bartok's claws sinking into the terminal as he drags himself to it]

Sirs...

Sirs...

Sorry, sirs. I was too slow.

Soma sir... I'm sorry.

Alle-

Allelujah sir? Those Russian lessons were fun.

All my friends...
 
 
Bartok the Bat
29 April 2008 @ 12:57 am
Talking to Allelujah sir about the lullaby reminded me of another one.

Ahem.

[the little bat is heard taking a deep breath before singing the lullaby softly]

Bai, bai, bai, bai,
Báyu, Detusku mayú!
Bai, bai, bai, bai,
Báyu, Detusku mayú!
Shta na górki, na goryé,
O visyénnei, o poryé,
Ptíchki Bozhiye payút,
F tyómnam lyési gnyózda vyut.

[the bat breathes in once more and begins singing the lyrics in English]

Bai, bai, bai, bai,
Bayu, orchid, little dear.
Bai, bai, bai, bai,
Bayu, orchid, little dear.
On the hillside in the spring,
Birds of heaven sweetly sing,
Seeking for their young what¹s best
In the forest dark they nest.

Allelujah sir, when you feel more confident in your Russian we can start singing other lullabies!

...I'll miss you, Soma sir. You were a fun person to be with, sir, and a good friend. I guess... I guess this is my goodbye to you, sir. And that was my song for you, sir. I wish I could have sung it with you before you left, sir.
 
 
Current Mood: sad
 
 
Bartok the Bat
22 April 2008 @ 11:02 am
Claire...[sniffle]

I hope you're happy, wherever you are, Claire sir...

Her bed's still warm, sirs.
 
 
Current Mood: sad
 
 
Bartok the Bat
20 April 2008 @ 10:00 pm
I had an amazing time at the ball, sirs! I never even knew they made tuxedos in my size!

Soma sir, you were a great date, sir! Claire sir, Allelujah sir, and all of my friends, sirs! I had fun, sirs! Did you?
 
 
Current Mood: cheerful
 
 
Bartok the Bat
12 April 2008 @ 12:57 am
Stop fighting over me, sirs, like some kind of pet.

I.

AM.

NOT.

A.

PET.
 
 
Current Mood: frustrated
 
 
Bartok the Bat
11 April 2008 @ 07:19 pm
[crashing around, Bartok is flying around in circles in Claire's room erratically, panicking]

[Lots of chittering, squeals, and the occasional squeal of feedback from the speakers demonstrate Bartok screaming his sonar]

[more high pitched squeals, various item crashing and fluttering of wings]

[connection times out]
 
 
Current Mood: freaking out
 
 
Bartok the Bat
Claire sir, Wice sir and I are going out for something, I guess, sir.

I been thinking a lot about why I'm here, sir, and Master...

I think I know what I did wrong, sir.

Can-- Can I have a hug when I get back, sir?
 
 
Bartok the Bat
Mister Greed sir, Claire sir is depressed. We need to cheer her up, sir!
 
 
Bartok the Bat
05 April 2008 @ 09:43 pm
Mister Soma, sir, you don't have a date for the ball yet, right, sir?

Do... do you want to go with me, sir?
 
 
Bartok the Bat
04 April 2008 @ 10:06 am
Happy birthday, Claire sir!

Want me to play my ukelele for your birthday, sir?

Wesker sir.

Ever since Master died, sir, I have had lots of time to think, sir.

And I learned I don't like people to threaten my friends, sir.

So stay away from my friends, sir, or you'll have the angriest Russian White bat in existence after you, sir.
 
 
Current Mood: cheerful
 
 
Bartok the Bat
01 April 2008 @ 11:30 am
Claire sir, I heard you needed cheering up, sir, and you looked it too, sir.

So I decided to help cheer you up sir!

You like flowers, right sir?

((ooc: Bartok has put flowers everywhere in Claire's room. They almost look like they're covering... every inch of her room. He has also made a grass skirt and lei, and found, somehow, a ukelele that is his size. He will be playing it when Claire or anyone who lives in Claire's house walks into Claire's room. Also, her house now smells completely like flowers, due to the overabundance of flora in Claire's room. Enjoy!))
 
 
Bartok the Bat
29 March 2008 @ 02:54 pm
Well, I spoke to an interesting person today.

His name is Leon sir. The poor sir has a speech impediment, though!

So he only says short things so he doesn't embarrass himself.

Is there anyone out there who can help Leon with his speech impediment?
 
 
Bartok the Bat
Oh, hey, now what is this? It's like a radio with a screen on it, well would you believe it?

I can't see where Master is, and I'm certain I'm back in Limbo... His little doohickey busted and he turned to goop, but he had to go somewhere.

Master?

Maaaaster?

Are you here, sir?

...

Is anyone here, sir?
 
 
 
 
 

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