old voice, new testing.

[deucedlyerratic]

Well, I can exactly say that this was left field, but you've definitely hit one out of the park. I can't imagine what brought this sudden flight of fancy of yours along, but. If you insist.

Can't exactly pass up an adventure, not from you. You haven't steered me wrong yet. And here I thought we were finished.

Comments

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Never a wise assumption to make with these Mundane types. They seem to have ways of always bringing you back when you least expect it, only to do the most heinous of things once they've got you where they want you...

[linguist]

Good luck, Captain! I've, er, been stationed in port for a while now, but I hope your mun takes you somewhere nice. [He chuckles. WOW HE IS CLEVER ISN'T HE]

DYING.

[deucedlyerratic]

True, true. I can't exactly speak for anyone else in this....broom closet.

Though, speaking from experience, this is the third time she's pulled me from the broom closet, I highly doubt I can't handle whatever it is she'll be throwing at me this time around.

I was trying to pick, and uh. Yeah. >.>

[ifyoullexcuseme]

That makes me curious as to what she's done to you before.

[deucedlyerratic]

Well, sometimes being stationed in port is the best place to be. Especially if you have someone who needs you there, I'm sure.

[linguist]

I, uh, eheheh.

I... haven't been doing too much around here, t-to be perfectly honest, and, ah...

[Milo trails off. But why is the only game his mun in murder-related, he misses all his friends from his last game. 8'(]

oh. the. IRONY.

[deucedlyerratic]

Well, having been through quite a few rows of my own without the writer, including but not limited to several space expeditions, smuggling busts and some military experience----

[ She's all nonchalant. ]

A deadly, self destructive city and an academy threatened by the unknown.

I suppose it could be worse.

[deucedlyerratic]

Oh, neither have I, Mr. Thatch, neither have I.

Your presence is sorely missed, if I might speak for the rest of the, ah, mindspace. Better referred to as a broom closet.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Yes, you could have unidentifiable creatures trying to steal your heart for no real reason at all.

[Such a charmer.]

[linguist]

[At that, he smiles fondly.]

Would you mind relaying a message for me?

[deucedlyerratic]

Quite literally, you won't ever want to approach them neither, let me assure you.

[ Not quite over her head, she's sure. ]

[deucedlyerratic]

My pleasure, Mr. Thatch.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Well, it sounds like you'd have rather a lot of fun regardless of where she puts you.

[linguist]

Tell her that I miss her. Very much.

[deucedlyerratic]

Should I be telling the one over tea and gunpowder, or the one that won't stay out of trees?

[ no really she knows she's just kidding with you, thatch. ]

LFSDKJGSFK AMELIA

[linguist]

[KSFAJKDJKSHGJFKDK]

T-trees--I-I mean, Kida!

[not that he doesn't miss Helga too but fsdkajsjfdkhskfdj it's not like that, Amelia why.]

[deucedlyerratic]

Sounds about right.

If not fun, then---well, experience.

:3 nyan.

[deucedlyerratic]

Oh, good! Because, you know, for a moment, I was sure they had each other throats over you.

[ Oh, laughter. ]

No, I understand. I'll forward it right away.

[linguist]

[dfsgksjfdksj amelia, why. His cheeks are pink now, oh no.]

Thank you.

O-oh, and can you tell Helga I said hello, too?

[deucedlyerratic]

Only natural, wouldn't want her feeling left out.

[ Because seriously, entertain that idea for a moment. ]

1/2

[linguist]

[oh god that's not an idea he wants to entertain for much longer than a moment.]

2/2

[linguist]

B-but enough of that. Does your mun know where she wants to take you yet?

[deucedlyerratic]

Mmm.

[ A nod. ]

In a race between her highness, the gypsy and I, she's chosen to place me in the domed city, Paixao, I think it was.

[linguist]

Paixao, huh. [He ponders the name for a moment, thinking of any possible name origins. Paixao, Paixao.]

Do you know anything about the city yet?

[deucedlyerratic]

Enclosed, for the most part. Particularly rustic, fantastically influenced.

I'm sure it'd strike your fancy in an instant.

[linguist]

Amazing! Are there natives? H-have you seen the architecture very well yet?

[Of course it has his eyes are as wide as dinner plates rn.]

[deucedlyerratic]

Yes, highly civilized ones.

Not at all, not yet. Though I'm sure it's going to ring a bell, it sounds quite like home so far.

[seethelanterns]

My mun seems quite happy to see you! Um, Captain.

[deucedlyerratic]

As is mine to see you, madame.

I'm sure if you footle about in this head, you'll be bound to find yourself asleep in here somewhere.

[seethelanterns]

Oh, really?! I guess quite a few people seem to like me.....

Did your mun have anywhere in mind to take you to?

[deucedlyerratic]

Yes, she's got it in her mind to send me to the enclosed city of Paixao.

Which, does look like a bit of fun, if I might say so myself.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Experience can be just as rewarding, provided it is not untoward.

[deucedlyerratic]

Even untoward experience can be rewarding, preparing you for the good, the bad, and even worse, the unexpected.

[seethelanterns]

Paixao? Hm...Mine was going to suggest witchesreign if yours wanted ideas. But I'm glad it looks like it might be fun! [But then Rapunzel thinks nearly everything is 'fun' so. Not much new there.]

Here, have a two-for-one deal

[napoleonicrat]

Mundanes are the adventurous sort, aren't they? Such a bold willingness to embark on whatever endeavors suit their whims.

[Bit of a dark chuckle there.]

ohman

[deucedlyerratic]

Well, as they say, the brave won't live forever, but the cautious never live at all.

[napoleonicrat]

You certainly share my sense of undertaking in delightful little escapades~

[deucedlyerratic]

Yes, well.

Adventure over sport, I should suppose.

[napoleonicrat]

I'm more of a the sporting sort, mind you.

[deucedlyerratic]

Ah, then we share no such sense.

[napoleonicrat]

How woefully disappointing, just after I thought we established some camaraderie.

[deucedlyerratic]

Better mistaken now, than later.

[ i.e. you thought wrong. ]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

I certainly couldn't argue otherwise.

[Basil nods.]

You have quite the disposition for these sorts of things.

[deucedlyerratic]

Well, I suppose you do get used to it after a while.

And there's no use in complaining about it, not with the writers, I'm positive.

But thank you. That's quite a compliment.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

The writers hold nary a thought for our predicaments, particularly if they're the ones who thought up the idea. For some reason they seem rather proud of themselves whenever they get the chance to torture us.

At any rate, I only give compliments where they're due, my dear...ah, what was your name, Miss?

[deucedlyerratic]

They live for the despair.

Captain Amelia will do just fine, thank you.

And yourself?

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Rather a sadistic lot...

Basil of Baker Street, at your service. [He gives a sweeping bow.]