004 - Audio. PORT.
[Inmate filter, no static.]
[Dorian has listened to the spiel, but he thinks this is bullshit.]
This is bordering on ridiculous. I mean... honestly? As if it is not bad enough that I have died and been assigned to that insufferable plebeian, now I am expected to rescue him? Why? So that he can go back to restricting my pleasures and assigning me work?
This is absurd. I, for one, refuse to go after my warden. I don't particularly care if, in doing so, I should end up dying in this wretched house. Aren't I, after all, already dead? Then what does any of this matter?
[Brave words, but Dorian doesn't like this house. He doesn't want to go looking for Armand, but the atmosphere and the necessity for a weapon and an alias has set him on edge. Also, he is not quite sure that he is already dead because he doesn't feel dead. Ideally, he should like to avoid dying again... but he does not want to find Armand. Ah, problems.]
[Private to Adrian.]
Adrian, are you... where are you?
I am in some sitting room. No one else is here with me.
Should you find me, you should call me Sebastian Melmoth.
[For some reason he's latched onto the alias even though he has no intention of playing this fucking game. Somehow it makes sense in his head to be sneaky and yet, do nothing helpful whatsoever, at the same time. Like that'll help.]
By the way, I have no intention of locating Armand. I do not care if he dies. None of this is real anyway.
[Dorian has decided, shortly after arriving at the barge, that this is all some ridiculous limbo. He assumes that if he ignores it, he will remain static, or perhaps go to hell, which he assumes cannot be much worse than the insanity here.]
[Dorian has listened to the spiel, but he thinks this is bullshit.]
This is bordering on ridiculous. I mean... honestly? As if it is not bad enough that I have died and been assigned to that insufferable plebeian, now I am expected to rescue him? Why? So that he can go back to restricting my pleasures and assigning me work?
This is absurd. I, for one, refuse to go after my warden. I don't particularly care if, in doing so, I should end up dying in this wretched house. Aren't I, after all, already dead? Then what does any of this matter?
[Brave words, but Dorian doesn't like this house. He doesn't want to go looking for Armand, but the atmosphere and the necessity for a weapon and an alias has set him on edge. Also, he is not quite sure that he is already dead because he doesn't feel dead. Ideally, he should like to avoid dying again... but he does not want to find Armand. Ah, problems.]
[Private to Adrian.]
Adrian, are you... where are you?
I am in some sitting room. No one else is here with me.
Should you find me, you should call me Sebastian Melmoth.
[For some reason he's latched onto the alias even though he has no intention of playing this fucking game. Somehow it makes sense in his head to be sneaky and yet, do nothing helpful whatsoever, at the same time. Like that'll help.]
By the way, I have no intention of locating Armand. I do not care if he dies. None of this is real anyway.
[Dorian has decided, shortly after arriving at the barge, that this is all some ridiculous limbo. He assumes that if he ignores it, he will remain static, or perhaps go to hell, which he assumes cannot be much worse than the insanity here.]