//Voice Post\\

[Scratching sounds against the mic]

JEEZ! There's more over-

[Static followed by the sound being temporarily interrupted.]

[Tapping.]

This thing on now?

....ok


Uh, hello out there?
This is Matthew Cable, and I'm sort of stuck.
I'm hiding out in a dumpster behind building 2. There's a couple of guys in the alley looking for strays, I think, and one of them tried to grab me before I could fly off.

I -uh- would really appreciate it if someone could distract those two a little? Augh, It reeks in here...
Not long, or anything. Just so I can get back up to higher ground?

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//Voice Post\\


Man, it is too cold to go looking for grub.
Too bad there isn't delivery on gibblets, or a nice dead rat or two.

*Awk*

Ah well, can't have it all.

( Private to Youko )

Still looking for more permanent digs, but at least I can watch TV again.
No, jackass I ain't building a nest...

....And anyway, that was your fault to begin with.

So, do I need a job or something?

//Voice Post\\

Haven't seen snow since I was in the Dreaming. Sure, it's kind of weird how seasons move here, and all, but sometimes I wonder if seasonal changes mean passage of time that matches the outside?

Eh, suppose it doesn't really matter.

*tok....tok*

So, I suppose it's getting to be too cold to be wandering around aimlessly.
Time to find shelter....


( Private ( Readable if you try hard enough ) )

//Voice Post\\
\\Transcription as Follows//

[Slight scratching against the mic]

Was kind of hoping to skip these curse things
But as far as they go, this isn't so horrible?

*Awk*

I'm thankful that I'm Dream's raven....Whether that is in spite of, or because of everything that's happened, I can't tell, but still.

*tok...tok*

And I'm honestly grateful to be back here again...
Ugh...damn curses.

( {Private to Morpheus//Unhackable} )

( {Private to the toothy jackass} )

(-:: Shuffling noises, a scratching sound like small claws on plastic keys::-)

Is this thing on?..(::pecking noise::) Ok, red light means active...*tok tok* (::muffled bird sounds::)

Jeez, why can't they just get an 'on' button for these things...
Or even bigger keys....damn tiny keyboard....

(::more pecking then a clatter as though the device was dropped::)

DAMNITT!

(:: Another muffled sound followed by a long pause ::)

Well, I can't tell if this thing is even working, but on the off chance it is, I'd really like to know where I can get something to eat?
I've been flying a while, and all I really want just now is a decent meal and something to drink.

So, anybody?

Butcher shop? Decent sized dumpster?

...Heck, even some roadkill?





Now how do you turn this thing off again?
Lets see. Menu...options....AH HA!

//End Transmission\\

If you have questions, or constructive criticism, about how I play Matthew, please comment with it here.
Please keep in mind that I am playing Matthew prior to either one of his deaths post 'The Wake', but post the events of 'The Wake' itself.
I request that you keep things specific and articulate. If you don't, I will assume you have some issue against me, and will treat the comment accordingly.
If you would prefer to talk to me through AIM, I can be reached at Velated Angelus.

//Voice Post\\
\\Transcription as Follows//

Been a while since I used this thing.
(*awk*)

Well, it took long enough, but the wing's finally flight worthy.
I guess after being grounded for so long, I lost track of time. Just been in the forest mostly, though I did make a small trip back home.

Sorry for being MIA for a bit.

Weather drove me in, finally, and from what I can tell, not a whole lot has changed.

(*Long pause, followed by a bit of shuffling*)

Nest is looking a little raggedy, I'll have to see about collecting more materials

When the weather clears, I'll make a trip to the library, and then see what the toothy jackass is up to.

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\\Transcription As Follows//

(*Sounds of feathers ruffling against cloth*)

Ow...

Morpheus brought the laptop by so I'd have something to do while I recovered, so I figured I'd say that I'm ok.

Thanks, Lucien for bringing me here....

...I can't believe I fell for her shit...

(*Tok....tok...*)

So, anybody found the furry, English, ass yet?

( I feel like hell... )

//Voice Post\\
\\Transcription as Follows//

(*Click*)

Godddamned....Sunuva...

(*Rustling, sounds of twigs and coins hitting the floor*)

There it is!

(*Feathers brushing against the Mic*)
(Mumbling)

...-goddamned hobo. Why the hell I do these things is beyond me.
Not like I even like the bastard. Yet, here I go again...

Maybe I should just move...
But where the fuck would I go?

*CAW* AW SHIT!
DELETE, DELETE, DELE-

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//Voice Post\\
\\Transcription as Follows//

Hey.

Ya, look...I'm sorry I haven't been too talkative, but I've been ...um....out.

( Filtered from Morpheus and Lord Dream )