❀ 029; voice | fourthwall

[distemperate]

Well, I'm finally out of that ridiculous hospital. Potential threat to himself and others, as if that matters in a place like this. If fontech were operational here--

[a key can be heard turning a lock, and then a door opens, followed by a long pause.]

WHAT.

[Edit]

WHO STEALS THE BED OUT OF SOMEONE'S ROOM WHILE THEY'RE IN A HOSPITAL?!--

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[fonicfork]

--Dist?

[distemperate]

The Fon Master--?

When did you get here?

[fonicfork]

Ah, just now, I think. But I'm not sure where 'here' is.

[distemperate]

Hm. A world called Fortuna, which, unlike Auldrant, doesn't even have fonons in the composition of its matter, rendering many of those from our world quite useless.

[fonicfork]

It doesn't have any fonons? [That is so strange to him, even more so than the fact that he showed up here when he should have very well disintegrated into nothing.]

[distemperate]

That's right. Of course, a super fantastic technological genius like myself can still manage by constructing more primitive, manually-operated machines, but poor Jade simply has no substitute for his fonic artes.

[coronercolonel]

My, I believe I do. It's called [Here, have a good glimpse of his spear.] brute force, though it does go against the code of a gentleman.

[distemperate]

Th-- THAT DOESN'T COUNT.

[coronercolonel]

Everything counts in a battle. Oh, that's right. You wouldn't know. You never actually fought in one. My, how could I forget?

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[distemperate]

THAT'S JUST BECAUSE--

[distemperate]

Hm.

Because with MY MAGNIFICENT INTELLECT AND TALENT, I've never needed to engage in such brutish displays.

[coronercolonel]

Or maybe the Order of Lorelei just found your presence on the battlefield to be useless and annoying, so they sent you to the laboratories instead. It sounds much more believable than your story, at any rate.

[distemperate]

I HAVE NEVER BEEN USELESS.

I simply know my own strengths and physical limitations and operate accordingly, which is more than I can say for you, Mister I-CAN-DEFINITELY-MAKE-MYSELF-INTO-A-SEVENTH-FONIST.

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[coronercolonel]

2/3 i lied

[coronercolonel]

[coronercolonel]

At any rate, at least I knew when to stop trying.