December 20, 1944 - Voice

[dark_butler]

[muttered]
This doesn't look like Poland. Bloody yanks got it all wrong.

...

[sounds of fumbling and his voice gets louder]

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

Parlez-vous anglais?

...

Oi! Donde estamos?

Does anyone have a fag?

[muttered again]

And where did that coffin go? Arthur's going to throw a wobbly if I've lost Alucard.

[ooc: Hello restart.

Comments

[warconductor]

//I do speak German, boy. Welcome.

[dark_butler]

//Do you speak English?

[warconductor]

Yes. And French and a few other languages. Japanese is a particularly interesting study.

[dark_butler]

Bully for you.

Can you direct me to a train station?

[warconductor]

I believe the closest would be the Underground rail. Look for the closest stairs down.

[dark_butler]

I'm looking for one out of here. I have an appointment I can't miss.

[warconductor]

You do, and frankly, we're starting to get impatient.

Tardiness doesn't suit you, butler.

[dark_butler]

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[warconductor]

Oh yes, Butler. I am your enemy. But that's the fun part is that you'll have to play my game if you want to kill me.

[dark_butler]

I don't play Nazi games.

[warconductor]

Oh, I'm afraid you don't have a choice but to play my little game if you want to learn the truth.

[dark_butler]

I'll make my own game and my own rules.

[warconductor]

That's the idea. The board is set, now.

Your move.

[tinyvampiregod]

That, Walter, is a Nazi. Perhaps you took a smoke break during that part of the training video.

[dark_butler]

You ninny.

[tinyvampiregod]

I'm not the one who spoke so openly to him.