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A bit of bad timing, don't you think? Haven't played the game in a while, never mind you don't feel confident in--what do you call it? Not my voice, of course not. We've been acquaintances for years. No, it's my accent.

Apparently, you think you do horribly with non-American accents.

Perhaps another game play will help? You have been debating on it for quite some time. Maybe this time, I'll finally believe in what supernatural things are truly happening around me.

Or not. [A slight chuckle before he pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.] The girl, she'd probably need some help. That was where we left off, I believe. Best get to it, then Mun!

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Zhe sounds my own mundane ees making are razzer shrill and obnoxious. Apparently she ees zhrilled to see you.

Well, that's an impression I prefer to make. Much rather that than some Faery trying to tear my head off.

[ Not that it has happened in a while, mind but you never know in the Netherworld. ]

Faery? I am not following.

Eef zhat ees a euphemism for somezzing eets a strange one.

No, I don't think you will. [ Not when he's a bit skeptic, himself. ]

Unfortunately, it's not. Believe, it's really not. But at times, I wish it was.

You are talking een riddles mon ami.

I assure you, my job occupation is to unravel riddles. Not make them.

Zhat sounds like a boring job. What do you do? Eet had better be good for zhe embarrassing noises coming out of my mundane.

I'm head of the editorial department at Unknown Realm, an Occult Magazine. [ Actually he is the Editorial Department. ] However, despite that, we still try to apply modern science to explain the various phenomena around us.

Sooner or later, it will all be unraveled and made clear.

[ Or it should but, alas, that isn't quite the case given his canon. ]

Zhat -- was less interesting zhan I had hoped.

So you are surrounded by occult zhings and zhen refuse to believe zhey are zhere and instead write a magazine about zhem?

More or less. I attempt to put a scientific spin on them. Parlor tricks seem to be at the route of almost everything I've encountered and reported.

And people pay money to read zhis?

So it would seem. We have been in production for quite some time.

[ Completely disregarding that magazine issue he found in Ellen's boat house. ]

I see.

[He doesn't.]

Een any event, ees your mundane going to replay zhe game?

She'd need to finish the one she's already started first. Which hopefully be soon.

Honestly, how much time does one need to finish two chapters does one need? Provided she stop trying to "grind" for this and that.

Grind?

[Mind permanently in the gutter he's not seeing how that translated to gaming.]

I am unsure, mine plays games constantly, but as zhat ees her job I am unsure eef zhat's a good comparison. You should make your importance known. You are far more interesting zhan whatever eet ees your mundane ees doing.

Considering my mun has barely scraped by three waves of Demons only to die while falling, that's a very accurate conclusion.

She certainly won't gain much frustration with me around. The accent isn't even that important provided the voice is solid.

You seem solid enough to me. Een any case, I wish you luck.

Why are you encouraging them? The muns will only drag you off to some godforsaken realm drenched in chaos.

Wouldn't be the first time but, this mun and I reached an agreement. The only forsaken realms I'll see are those I've already traveled.

For now, at least.

You've actually reached an agreement with your mun?

[He blinks his eyes owlishly. This is unheard of! His mun is less diplomatic and more tyrannical if anything else. He doubts he could achieve the same level of understanding with her.]

You're fortunate.

I realize it's rare. However, considering the games my mun prefers are not ones she can throw me into for some silly thing or other... [ a chuckle ]

I'll probably not see much use save to give her a nice talking to once in a while..

Why not? You certainly seem eager for an adventure or two. [More eager than himself, Keats.]

The games my mun prefers, she would rather use the Girl than me. Let's put leave it at that.

As for the adventures? I've had my rounds and I suppose I'm now used to the idea of being bound to a place. [ The joys of being a half-life. ] For a time.

The girl? Ah, yes. You did mention something about a girl earlier.

[Just who is thus mysterious girl? Does she have a name? Elfarian can sense that Keats isn't too thrilled about this girl stealing his thunder.]

As curious as I am about your past journeys, I know better than to ask. Certain things shouldn't be revealed too soon, especially since we all have our secrets.

Yes, a girl named Ellen. I'm apparently bound to her. [ In ways that he can't honestly begin to explain. Well, he can but--would he want to? ] Chased her into the Netherworld before she could do some trouble and find some answers of my own.

[ His lips curl. He chuckles. ]

But if that's what you'd like, I'll just leave it at that.

What about you? I'd ask if your hair was dyed but I have the weirdest notion that it might not be the case. [ So. What are you? Faery? Dwarf? Half-Life, though he doubts that. ]

You're bound to the soul of another?

[Elfarian certainly heard about magics powerful enough to bound a living soul into an object. But never has he heard of a human having his soul bound to another. This is rather absurd, but most of all dangerous.

Only if Master Jirvash was here. Surely, the wise old sage could make sense of all this.]

That's...quite a tale. Though, I wonder what business mortals would have in the Netherworld.

[Be damned if Elfarian would go there willingly. The elves are blessed with immortality, but Death stalks all.]

Oh, my hair? [He looks a tad smug now.] Of course it's dyed! Not a single elf I know possesses natural blue locks. My hair matches that of mother's; a snowy white. Not many of us are blessed with a rich dark mane, sir.

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If you would like to think that. [ An enigmatic smile. ]

To apparently speak with the dead, according to local lore. Has something to do with the Girl's abilities or something like that. [ He... wasn't listening that hard. Didn't concern him that much. ] She's the Messenger. I? Just companion.

Well color me blind. My prescription must be getting old. [He smirks, holding back a laugh. ] For a second, I had thought myself right about something odd for once.

I doubt the dead would have much to say because they are...dead. [ As far as he's concerned, if the dead are talking--then they're clearly not dead.]

Keep your the young Messenger safe in her endeavors, friend. If you're her companion, then it falls to you to protect her.

[He nods.]

Forgive me if I've disappointed you, but only the Elins could ever possess such wildly colored hair naturally.

Not unless they still have a story to tell. [ He's met a few 'dead', thank you very much. Although... They weren't quite the dead-dead but the memories of the dead. Possibly. ]

Can't let her go traversing off on her own. 'Lest she bring disaster' an old acquaintance once told me.

Hmph, the only disappointment is that I not once thought you were an elf. Faery, perhaps. Or someone like Livane but, I don't think you'd prefer to be called a dwarf.

A dwarf?! [Elfarian arches his brow at that.] I'm far too tall to be a dwarf, I believe. Nor do I sport a beard.

[Apparently in order to be an upstanding dwarf, you must be short and fat, and have a long bushy beard. Clearly the mage doesn't fit these descriptions.]

Although, I certainly don't take offense in being referred to as one of the fae-folks.

[He's damn sure pretty enough to be a faery.]

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