Re-Voice testing, considering boomtown but not settled.

[dehors_crux]

Mundane, I am many things but not a master given to offer his hand in peaceful times to those unwilling to take it in the midst of war.

[All of this is said with remarkable patience, the young man's voice smooth and (though admonishing) gently inviting an obviously deserved apology.]

You ran away just as things were getting interesting, you know, and needless delay though that venture was? I do not appreciate having victories stolen from me. Given your track record thus far, anyone would agree that I'm entitled to some consolation on your part before we pursue this matter further.

[He smiles. How could he be at all sore about their previous dealings? A little courtesy, clearly. That's all that smile wants.]

Just a little conversation, mundane, a little window into your life.

Go on. Tell the truth. Don't be shy.


(ooc: Voldemort, aged roughly 27. Young, charming, still not one to be trifled with. He has some previous game experience in an old game called Gray War.)

Comments

[neverspring]

Hmm... Running away from a battle? If your victory was assured, I can see why you're holding it against your mundane, but are you sure you would have won?

[But mundanes are meddlesome, she's quite content to linger in the blinding black light for now.]

What could they give you to compensate for that grave loss? It's in the past, isn't it?

[dehors_crux]

[Smile.]

We have a mutual understanding.

[neverspring]

Are you sure it'll be all that it takes? When you play games, it involves more than a person and more than one of them.

War is just another game.

[dehors_crux]

[He watches the stranger with dark amusement.]

This is boring. I'd much rather hear about you.

[neverspring]

It must be dull to live like that if you consider your own affairs boring. [she shakes her head.] I'm not going anywhere. My mundane thinks I lack restrain to play nicely with others.

I guess she knows me far too well.

[dehors_crux]

[If the remark bothers him there is no outward sign. His expressions remain stoic, deliberate, calculatingly friendly.]

Then your mundane is a poor teacher.

[...if underhanded.]

[neverspring]

[She cares little about things in general, with her sanity a long distant memory and the collapse of her identity. Courtesy and cordiality are among things she doesn't care. She smiles slightly.]

Oh, I wouldn't say she's good at anything in particular; teaching, learning, practicing, living. But even worthless beings have their uses.

[dehors_crux]

And what of you?

[neverspring]

Hmmm... What of me? I'm granting humanity's wish.

[dehors_crux]

And what wish would that be?

[neverspring]

You sound smarter than most, why don't you venture a guess? What could humanity wish about deep inside their selfish and cowardly hearts? A longing never uttered anymore because they refuse to acknowledge it to feel better about themselves.

[dehors_crux]

Did they wish for boredom, by chance?

[neverspring]

No. Although, some would regard that as part of the wish.

[dehors_crux]

I could tell.

[neverspring]

Did you? So you know what they wished for?

[dehors_crux]

Truthfully, I'm not the least bit curious.

[neverspring]

What a contradictory man. Why did you even ask that question?

[dehors_crux]

[Fastidiously examining his nails now.]

Because I thought your answer would interest me.

[neverspring]

It can be dangerous to make assumptions of strangers and foolish too.

[dehors_crux]

[He apparates away because he's not going to waste an unforgivable on this.]

[missbarrow]

Sometimes, people have to withdraw. Sometimes they can't be there when we need then to be, but that doesn't mean that they should compensate us for those moments. Instead, we take strength from those moments and grow.

Or are you not a team?

[dehors_crux]

I wouldn't deign to count myself so close to anyone that keeps so many secrets from me.