first lie.

[fearmemore]

[voice post]

[Faintly:]

--means it's "on," does it? And you say that way I can--

[Static.]

--see. Well, you've been moderately useful. Now get out of my way.

[A shove and a thump. At normal volume:]

The smell of rotting flesh is so much less pleasant than the smell of burnt flesh. The smell of burnt and rotting flesh

Comments

[teamaniac]

[fearmemore]

Well?

[teamaniac]

I don't answer to threats.

[fearmemore]

And how is that working out for your...health?

[teamaniac]

Just fine.

1/2

[fearmemore]

You've been very lucky, then.

[fearmemore]

...you don't know who I am, do you?

[teamaniac]

You don't know who I am, do you?

[fearmemore]

What are you doing?

[teamaniac]

I'm being serious. Don't think I'm mimicking you.

[fearmemore]

Good.

But to answer your question. Of course I don't know who you are. Why should I be expected to know every commoner in every strange land I find myself?

[teamaniac]

Hmph. I'm Evangeline McDowell, the most powerful dark mage in the world.

[fearmemore]

The most powerful dark what?

No wonder you don't know who I am. You're obviously insane.

[teamaniac]

Your ignorance is showing.

[fearmemore]

I wouldn't be ignorant if someone would just explain what's going on here to me.

I learn fast.

[teamaniac]

Oh, I'm sure.