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[exaudio]

Hello.

[...]

Hello, Discedo. My name is... You can call me Q.

I was told that you could all hear me, a little while ago. And I learned some things. About what has happened to you, and what has happened to this city.

But I want to know more. I want to know everything. About you, and your home worlds. Please tell me...

Who are you?

Comments

[blacksheepgirl]

You ought to tell about yourself before demanding information from others.

[exaudio]

I'm afraid there isn't much to tell. What would you like to know?

[blacksheepgirl]

The way you speak of us. It's clear you are a native to this world. As far as I have been informed, the only natives we know of are the "scientists" who brought us here. Therefore, you are either one of them...or we have been misinformed. I would like to know which it is.

[exaudio]

I'm not a scientist, no. I am a native. I've come here from traveling around Fortuna... After the plague struck.

[blacksheepgirl]

The plague that killed the previous inhabitants, I assume. Yet you appear to be just fine. Lucky, aren't you?

[exaudio]

...It's not something I would call lucky.

[blacksheepgirl]

...perhaps not.

Though if you escaped its fate, why would you return to this place? It doesn't sound like you expected anyone to be waiting for you.

[exaudio]

No, I didn't. But it's not as though I had anything better to do, either.

[blacksheepgirl]

So you just decided to come check up on some poor, dead town.

[exaudio]

...Are you suspicious of me?

[blacksheepgirl]

I see no reason why we shouldn't be.

[exaudio]

Nothing besides basic human decency, no.

[blacksheepgirl]

If that's what you were hoping for, you're speaking to the wrong person for it.