Well, someone's not happy about that reserve.

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ It would very much please me
}↠ If you would kindly kneel over and die
}↠ Preferably in a painful, violent way

[There's a long, long pause.]

}↠ Of course I'm bloody cross at you, you presumptuous brat
}↠ What the festering, pustulous FUCK do you think you are doing

Comments

Oh god. XD

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ Pardon

[It's a bit of a skill, to transmit this much WTF without using closing punctuation marks.]

:DDD

[controledfreak]

With all the things you were talking about, there is only one logical conclusion to your conundrum. Your player wants you distressed.

Simple.

I can't decide if I want him to understand or not. He's not used to the Void answering back. :>

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ I see

[Despite his best squinting, no, he doesn't see. Not quite. He's got the feeling something bad will happen if he does, though.]

She's as benevolent as horrorterrors go ;3

[controledfreak]

No, you don't see. Are you mocking me or just stupid?

Sob.

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ My apologies
}↠ It is somewhat hard to understand you

[controledfreak]

Oh.

Want me to fix that?

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ Could you
}↠ I would certainly appreciate it

[controledfreak]

[So she's closing her eyes and touching your chest now.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Is he gonna go grimdark. Is grimdark Darkleer what's happening now. Because that's not what the Dark in his title stands for, he'll have you know. Mostly he's just peering down at her.]

[controledfreak]

[Nah, she's not that mean. How many grimdark trolls do you know?]

[But she nods and takes a step away. When her voice returns it's not from her mouth but... inside Darkleer himself. As though his own cells are speaking for her.]

There. Is that better?

[disgracedvoid]

[He shivers a little. But.]

In a manner speaking, yes, I suppose so.

[Creeeeepy much?]

[controledfreak]

[Natural resonance. What do you think the Vast Glub is. :)]

If you don't approve you have nobody to blame but yourself.

[disgracedvoid]

[.../gulp]

Oh, on the contrary, it is quite satisfactory.

[Do not enrage the tentacle-lady, this is a thing he doesn't want to deal with.]

What was it then, that you were saying, before?

[controledfreak]

[For all we know he could have been the one to TEACH her how to do it. 8D]

Uh...

[What were they talking about again?]

[disgracedvoid]

[Oh god, why.]

You recall, before this little interruption.

[He's trying to sound polite.]

You were offering your wisdom?

[He thinks. It's not like he understood it.]

[controledfreak]

You think I have wisdom?

[It's not that she's surprised at that fact, it's the fact that he is acknowledging it.]

[disgracedvoid]

[A little dryly. Darkleer can't stop being a prick for too long.]

Well, one would hope so.

[controledfreak]

You know, you seem awful familiar to me for one reason. Have we acquainted ourselves with each other before?

[disgracedvoid]

I do not thinks so, I am certain I would remember otherwise.

[He arches both eyebrows.]

As it is, I do not even know your name.

[controledfreak]

Oh, that's easy. My name is Gl'bgolyb. What is your name, stranger?

[disgracedvoid]

[Nope, sorry. Staring. He'll just. Keep staring. Nope. Surely he misheard that.]

[controledfreak]

Oops. Did I mixed up the frequency? I said I was Gl'bgolyb.

[disgracedvoid]

Excuse me.

[He's. Just going to sit down for a moment here.]

[controledfreak]

Uh...

[Now she's changing the frequency erratically. Darkleer might hear her name being said from everything to super low-frequency to chipmunk-like squeaky.]

[disgracedvoid]

[And then:]

I heard you the first time.

[This is his life. This are his choices. Why is he even surprised anymore. Next thing he'll know his favorite wrench will develop both a personality and the ability to speak.]

They call me Darkleer.