Bartok the Bat

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:36:21 GMT

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Voice Entry; Bad Things Happen to Good Bats

Wed, 07 May 2008 02:01:31 GMT

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...

Voice

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 08:02:28 GMT

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.

Voice

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:04:28 GMT

Claire...[sniffle]

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

Her bed's still warm, sirs.

voice

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 05:02:14 GMT

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?

Angry Voice

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:58:36 GMT

Stop fighting over me, sirs, like some kind of pet.

I.

AM.

NOT.

A.

PET.

[Voice Post]

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 02:22:15 GMT

[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]

OOC Note: This actually takes place before Grimm's latest journal.

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 01:30:18 GMT

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?

[voice] Private to Greed // Semi-hackable. Soma showed him!

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:53:46 GMT

Mister Greed sir, Claire sir is depressed. We need to cheer her up, sir!

Because Bartok is too nice.

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:45:09 GMT

Mister Soma, sir, you don't have a date for the ball yet, right, sir?

Do... do you want to go with me, sir?

[voice]

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:11:39 GMT

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.

[special voice entry for April Fool's Day]

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 18:33:49 GMT

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!))

[voice] Because Belkar said he would

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:56:31 GMT

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?

Oh hey now what? Wow. I tell you what, wow. [Voice]

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 21:42:34 GMT

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?

OOC: Character Information

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 21:39:57 GMT

Character’s Name: Bartok the Bat

Character’s Fandom: Anastasia (1997 movie)

Character’s Personality: Bartok is actually very nice, despite the company he keeps. He's nice to everyone, even the evil ones, thinking all the world needs is a hug and some understanding. He's prone to talking, often diverting into tangents just short of being completely unrelated to the topic at hand.

Canonical/History link: Bartok's story in Anastasia starts in 1917, where he is a familiar and the sole friend and ally to Grigori Rasputin. Rasputin, angered over his loss of favor and face at the hands of the Romanov family, used his magic, sold his soul, and gained the power he needed to drive an already miserable population into a furious revolutionary frenzy. This in turn led to the coup that would swallow Russia into Communist totalitarianism.

However, before Rasputin could kill Anastasia himself, the ice he stood on cracked and shattered. Rasputin sank into the water, and by all accounts, died, leaving Bartok alone with the phylactery granted to Rasputin by the demons he had aligned with.

Bartok waited around, doing batty things up until the mid 1920s, when Anastasia's resurfacing resurrected the resting Rasputin. Long story short, Bartok made wisecracks, followed along for the ride, but ultimately told Rasputin to get a life and stop focusing on petty revenge against one teenage girl.

Bartok left Rasputin right before his death, uttering the line "This can only end in tears, sir!"

Arrival in Purgatorium: Oh, well, wasn't this a boot to the head. "I'm back in Limbo again," Bartok muttered, quite flustered. "I know Master probably came here after he died, but I didn't think I'd end up following him here again. Oh, well. Guess I just need to find him and put him back together." Bartok fluttered up to a rooftop, looking around and vaguely cursing his eyeseight as a bat. Combined with the darkness, it made it impossible to spot really anything.

"Well, I'm not going to get anywhere just laying around," he said. "Like Uncle Otis said, 'the early bat gets the grapefruit.' Wait... that might not be the appropriate saying for this situation. ...Oh, what they, I'll think of it later." Bartok spread his wings once again, taking flight and traversing parts of what he was sure was limbo.

"But it's different than before," he noted, "there are buildings and streets. Even if they do look like they could use some sprucing. And oh look, there's a monster." A split second pause.

"A monster?!" Bartok gained altitude quicly, just barely avoiding the jaws of some weird and freakish abomination that had leaped at him, jaws snapping and frothing. "Oh, hey now, slow down heart, slow down," he said.

"Okay. Let's not do that again. Where is Master? He's got to be here somewhere! Then we'll find his doohickey pieces, we can crazy glue it back together and go back to Moscow. I'll show him all the hit dance moves!"

He continued flapping his wings, occasionally humming some ditty that popped into his head, and shouting "MASTER!" every once in a while just to make sure he was or wasn't there. The search seemed fruitless, so Bartok stopped to gather his breath, hanging upside down from the edge of red clock tower.

"Red? Well, what kind of weirdo paints a clock tower red, I ask ya? Seriously, I just want to know! I mean, it's good to put some color into this place, but it does kind of clash with the decor..." Bartok just shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, Master, where are you? I told you that would only end in tears."

Bartok the Bat

Voice Entry; Bad Things Happen to Good Bats

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OOC Note: This actually takes place before Grimm's latest journal.

[voice] Private to Greed // Semi-hackable. Soma showed him!

Because Bartok is too nice.

[voice]

[special voice entry for April Fool's Day]

[voice] Because Belkar said he would

Oh hey now what? Wow. I tell you what, *wow*. [Voice]

OOC: Character Information

Oh hey now what? Wow. I tell you what, wow. [Voice]