01; voice/action

[axeofoath]

A-ah...I didn't finish all of the laundry...The kitchen needs to be swept, too...

[It's the hushed voice of a young man, sounding both longing and peaceful. Gremio, sitting against the side of a building near the fountain, doesn't register the change in scenery quite immediately. But several seconds later...]

E-eh? C-could this be-?

[He's not

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[heelsandlaw]

You sure sound domestic.

[axeofoath]

Y-yes, I--

[He hasn't noticed his device yet and even if he had, he wouldn't know what it is.]

A-are you a ghost?!

[heelsandlaw]

Last I checked, I wasn't.

Wait, wait. Did you just get here?

[axeofoath]

Th-then how--I-I certainly haven't...been here before, b-but...

[heelsandlaw]

Oh. Well, this is strange. Never figured myself as the welcome wagon for this place.

You're in a place called the City. There's a guide here that says everything far better than I could.

[axeofoath]

A-a guide, you say? Might it explain why I can't see you?

[heelsandlaw]

There should be a device somewhere near you that my voice is coming from, I think.

[axeofoath]

Device...How large is it? Surely not this little box?

[heelsandlaw]

It probably is that little box, actually.

[axeofoath]

...Y-your voice really is coming from it! How is this possible? Y-you're not trapped inside, are you?! Or...could it be something magical?

[heelsandlaw]

Magic--- it's technology.

And no, I'm not trapped inside. I'm sitting in my apartment with a similar device in my hands, actually.

[axeofoath]

But how does it work? I've never seen such a thing!

[heelsandlaw]

You'd have to ask someone who knows more about technics and mechanics than me.

[axeofoath]

I-I see, of course. I shall have to ask a specialist...A-although I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here in the first place.

[heelsandlaw]

Neither am I, to be honest.

[axeofoath]

...What sort of afterlife did you expect, if any?