Shaky, shaky voicetest

[buriedinside]

[The man stands tall and thin, hooded cloak pulled low enough to hide the eyes. What skin is visible holds a faintly greyish cast, but there's nothing particularly strange about the features one can see past the cloak. Or the visible scowl.]

I am to be your "muse", you say? You have my apologies, good woman. Indeed, I would advise-- nay, I would implore you to reconsider this.

You have bemoaned already the difficulty of transporting me outside my world. Kasslyne's khert is unique, and I more than any am supported by pymarics. Mayhaps you could bring a lifeless heap of bones for feathered beasts to pick through, but a thinking, living galit? I think not.

Furthermore, I would not go. These "games" of yours seem naught but trifles to entertain the diseased mind; no true wright or Aldishman would consider such a thing. Give up playing with the minds of others and craft your own narrative, as you have considered. Far more honorable to be a Composer of worlds than to spend the small hours of each night tormenting the creations of others for your amusement-- nay, do not argue, I have seen your work, and I will have no part in it myself.

And I would not leave Sette.

Besides, for all your claims, I must confess I find it hard to grasp a means by which a foreign girl scarce past two decades through her life could hope to pen the voice and mind of Duane Adelier. Nor indeed why she would want to.

[Duane shakes his head with a short sigh.]

All in all, I fear I will be singularly lacking in inspiration.

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aaaaa duane *_*

[muddies]

You're going to have to be more forceful, probably. If that even works. Arguing makes them more stubborn, I hear.

[ peering up, curious about the hood. ]

Is Sette your woman?

:D YAY fellow comic reader!

[buriedinside]

Anteit vaosa, I would that I knew how.

[The corner of a mouth curls up slightly as he looks down towards the new arrival. The motion angles the hood's shade more evenly across his eyes, though the shadow there seems inexplicably darker even without the gesture.]

And stubborn would be one term. I take it you speak from experience?

[Another sigh. At least Sette's absence spares him the inevitable "child lover" taunts.] Sette is my charge. A young girl with far too good a nose for finding trouble. Or for causing it.

i love unsounded omg //////

[muddies]

I'm used to stubborn people, yes. Mostly a certain stubborn man.

[ a thoughtful hum, hips swaying a little and sending the skirt he's wearing to swishing from side to side. ]

I'm not really sure, of course, but I hear that children are good at that sort of thing in general.

That latest update... ;;;; (Also, sorry for tag delay; gmail ate it. :P)

[buriedinside]

Oh? [Amused. He's not entirely sure of this one's sex, though most of that's getting written off to "weird foreign customs".] A friend of yours?

And children at large compare to Sette much as badgers to a grebber cub.

[plat]

A galit and a once-cleric, are you? Your skill makes sense, now.

[buriedinside]

My flesh may be withered, but my honor still holds form. Can you say the same, 'malil' Hethllot?

[plat]

Honor won't protect or provide for my son.

/apologizes for preachy muse... ;;

[buriedinside]

So you sell your arts to child-killers for his sake? A pretty tale. Does it clean the blood from your hands?

alksdjf he wouldn't be duane if he wasn't preachy lmao

[plat]

Don't preach to me, Cleric. Your knowledge of the situation is lacking, and I do what I must.

/facepalm. Fff-ff... no. He really wouldn't.

[buriedinside]

No. You do what you will, then look to place the burden for your sins upon the shoulders of a child.

What else do these muol buy you for, sir? The crypt, in Ulestry-- was that girl your work?

well, this escalated quickly..

[plat]

How dare you! There will be no one for Matty once I pass! There will be no community, no sympathetic outsiders! Everything, everything I do is to see to it that he'll survive. And I would do anything for him, if necessary.

The children would have been mine had I not been forced to-- [ if things hadn't gone so spectacularly wrong. ] Quiet your ignorant tongue, you have no idea what you're talking about.

aslkdfjlf they are angry cats who need separate boxes

[buriedinside]

'No one', hethllot? And why is that? Alderode cares for its own, and few ghers would fail to take in a child-- at least, when they are not torn away and thrust into the company of murderers. Or were your crimes so heavy even then that you could not bear to carry them yourself?

Yours, you say? [He scoffs.] Scarce better fate, it seems. And if you would claim innocence, enlighten me. Who architects these deaths?

i dragged out an old muse to say hi to duane 0u0

[beganwitha_d]

I don't think you're going to get away from her so easily.

By the way, what's a galit?

askdlfj I am honored. :'D

[buriedinside]

[He sighs.] Perhaps you are right. I cling yet to hope, foolish though it may be.

Ah... I... [Shouldn't have used words he didn't want to define. Awkward shift.] A galit is a term among my countrymen for those who... [The planned excuse falters midway as he takes note of the questioner's own complexion... and scars...]

...are dead.

WEBCOMIC TALKY-ZOMBIE BROS

[beganwitha_d]

[What do you say to a fellow dead man, anyway? One for whom it isn't a recent development.]

If it's any consolation, I wouldn't have guessed if you hadn't said anything.

/strolls in an hour late with Starbucks

[heavenlychain]

You have no choice in the matter, either. The mundanes will send you where they want, regardless of your opinions.

[ You're at least a talkative deadman, though. Says you've still got some wits to rub together, but not much else. Yeah, sorry about outing you like this, too. Dealing with dead things as a Purpose tends to make you less polite about it. ]

The restless dead shouldn't try to cling to the corpse. It's bad form, and frightens humans when the time comes to clean up after the wayward souls. If you need help finding your way, I can oblige corpse-san.

they really do

[plat]

[ he looks as if he's this close to throwing a little pymary-- but then he pauses, takes a breath, and removes his glasses to clean them on the hem of his shirt. ] My crime, such as it was, was that I loved my wife. When she was murdered, my village drove us both out. Myself, I could see, but a child? [ he scoffs. ] So long as my people fear our government, there is no place in Alderode for my son.

[ he slides his glasses back on his nose, pinching the bridge briefly as he struggles to rein in his temper. ] They were my price for escorting that fat piece of offal; freedom for the children, an impressive purse, and with any luck, my blade in Starfish's throat. But, ach-- [ he makes an annoyed noise, flicking dismissive hands. ] It's all ruin now. And while I do not answer to you, Cleric-- [ not soud, not galit. he doesn't owe this man anything, but he does respect his pymary. ] I don't mind telling you that I have no idea, though I'm beginning to have my suspicions.