Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-Midway upon the journey of our life

Comments

[somes_auditus]

Hmm... Another "poet".

How... precious.

[beyondback_up]

A poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

[somes_auditus]

A poet is someone who sees his own world through filters like mosquito netting. They make it pretty, or they make it lust. They can not make it real.

[beyondback_up]

Why would reality be a desire?

[somes_auditus]

Obscure and allure.

[beyondback_up]

I like you.

[somes_auditus]

Oh?

[beyondback_up]

Yes, so very e-nig-ma-tic.

Name?

[somes_auditus]

Poor manners.

[beyondback_up]

Name please?

[somes_auditus]

In Asia, it is poor manners to ask for a name before giving your own.

However, I am Akasuna.

[beyondback_up]

In Purgatory things must be different.

Akasuna~ My name was Ryuuzaki, but it may now be Rue.

[somes_auditus]

I will call you Lazarus.

[beyondback_up]

I have never begged.

[somes_auditus]

Was he not the one who rose from the dead?