A tentative voice test

[caoineadh]

I think I'm the first of your "muses" to be encouraging you to work on the app, rather than complaining about how it's going to go wrong.

I'll attribute this to the fact the others weren't ever stuck in a cold-iron shackles, being experimented on and told all their friends were dead. No matter what happens in Baedal, it's unlikely to be worse than my current situation is. Though I'm aware I'm tempting fate by saying that.

Still, Lea is there. And the others from my world seem interesting.

So please, hurry.

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[agrat]

That's a unifying trait in our world: the city is better than home.

Hi.

[caoineadh]

Only these days. I'd protest if I'd had to leave the estate before you got taken. It wasn't perfect but it was... home, in it's own way.

Hi. I'm glad you're alright.

[rhinemaid]

I like it there. In Baedal, I mean.

[agrat]

Likewise. Well, for the given value of "all right".

The city has its own problems, too, of course. Nothing's ever perfect, least of all this place. When you get here, I'll explain the militia.

[caoineadh]

That's reassuring to hear. I think I'll like it too, at the very least, they'll have hair dye.

[she misses her pink hair :(]

[caoineadh]

It felt safe, until it turned out not to be.

Everywhere has problems, I'll be fine so long as they're problems I can do something about. Feel free to be vague about the militia at first, I think I'll need to take baby steps for a while.

[agrat]

I'll try to remember that. [ Since her method tends to be, uh. Candid. ]

I realize wishes don't mean a whole hell of a lot these days to anyone who isn't djinn or demonic, but I really wish I'd taken on that place in Baffin Island when I'd had the idea. I should have.

[rhinemaid]

Salons, even.

[caoineadh]

I'll remind you. Or I'll just turn into a hare and hide under the couch until you stop talking. [she won't. well, probably not]

Taking down one group wouldn't have stopped them. Either from attacking the estate or capturing what was left of us.

[caoineadh]

Oh, I miss those. And clubs! You have clubs.

I'm going to spend my first week there doing nothing but drinking, dancing and singing. [the... normal kind of singing. not the break everyone's eardrums kind]

[agrat]

I'm not in the best temper, lately. Go figure.

No, but it would have strengthened our numbers, wouldn't it? And it would have lessened their resources. ...The Pale Man might have gotten what it wanted regardless, but the rest of you would have had more support. -- I realize this doesn't matter, I'm just saying I'm sorry it happened. [ lea you can't look after the entire universe all the time. ]

[caoineadh]

You have every right to be.

It matters, but you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. You did everything you could to keep us safe, and there's no way you could've predicted what was coming.

[agrat]

No, you're right. Trust me, I know exactly whose fault all of this is. [ and she wants to pop his head off like a dandelion!!! ]

We'll have time to regroup, at least. In the city. Some people don't carry home what they learn there, but we seem to do.

[caoineadh]

As long as you know. Guilt complexes don't suit anyone.

Good to know. Though, hopefully when I go home I won't go straight back into my cell.

[agrat]

I'm more of a revenge complex type. [ Well, publicly, anyway. ]

Crisse, hopefully not! No, we won't let that happen.

[caoineadh]

Still not perfect, but we can work on it.

If it does, you'll just have to come get me out. And the rest of us, if there are more they captured. [she wishes she knew, but the Numen men never tell her anything she'd actually want to hear]

[agrat]

You haven't seen any of the others, then? ...I'm sure they don't really let you socialize, but I'd wondered.

[caoineadh]

No. They've - said things, about witches, but I haven't seen anyone except guards and scientists, though I use that term loosely.

I don't know who died, either, there's been too much iron.

[agrat]

These people and their fucking iron and witchbane. I'm glad you know everything they say is lies, though.

[cestrumnocturnum]

Old habits can die hard.

Just remember to relax when you do arrive.

[caoineadh]

I don't think thy'd know the truth if it spat in their faces. Which I've done, at least a few times.

[caoineadh]

The room is going to freak me out, until I realize it isn't making me sick.

[cestrumnocturnum]

The room is a shock, it's true. But after that, too. Your world sounds unkind, and. People shape their behaviours, they sleep less and lightly, they still eat in rations, everything you don't have to do here.

[agrat]

I bet they believe being fae is catching.

[caoineadh]

I'll try to keep that in mind, though I doubt it will be too much of a problem. The advantage of predicting death is that you don't worry too much until you have a prediction.

[that's not to say she was never careful, or that she slacked on her duties as the day guard but - still]

[caoineadh]

If only it was. We could turn all those useless humans into our minions. [a waggle of her brows indicates she is just mocking how the Numen think]

[lupa]

Bullshit.

[Re: all her friends being dead. Just saying.]

We're very hard to get rid of. Trust me.

Hello, and I'm sorry in advance for the reunion we may end up having.

[The 'hi, I'm an angry wolf covered in blood who can't think like a human at this minute also we seem to be in an enclosed space :E' reunion.

This is GG and she is a gentle frand, honestly.]

[caoineadh]

I know. [more accurately: she'd hoped]

Am I asking too much if I'd like you to look at me before you bite me?

[lupa]

...I am not going to bite you.

[--she sounds more sure than she is, though.]

[caoineadh]

[an appraising look; don't lie to her, GG]

Please don't. I won't have recovered enough from the iron exposure to defend myself. [more likely she'd just turn intangible, unless she was panicked enough to scream and no one wants that]

[lupa]

Clio, I will be fine.

You don't smell human. I'll have to stop and think about it.

[She's saying this for her sake, really.]

[caoineadh]

I'll smell terrible. [:( nearly five months without a real shower]

At least you being there will stop me from freaking out, though I hope you're prepared to be hugged to death.

[lupa]

Good. Better than smelling edible.

I think I could just about bear that.

[Yes, hugs, please :c ]

[caoineadh]

In your opinion, maybe. Our first stop after we get out and find Lea is a warm bath for me. [priorities]

Good. I'm going to need them.

[lupa]

You soak to your heart's content; I am getting a steak.

[Something about immense satisfaction in the way she says it implies it's her life's dream at this very moment.]

[caoineadh]

Oh, steak. [now she sounds wistful] Bring me one, too. I can't remember the last time I had real food.

[lupa]

Ostie. What were they feeding you on?

[Fascinated horror.]

[caoineadh]

Prison grade slop, soaked in salt. Every night was a choice between starving and throwing up.