--TWO {voice}

[fugitive_wolf]

{The strangest thing happened to Fenris upon waking that morning. His memories of Danarius and a life of slavery, of running, of a pain that never truly went away, did not plague his first thoughts, as they often did after a night of painful, tortured dreams. Instead, those memories in themselves began to feel like dreams, slipping slowly beyond

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[apples_n_poetry]

[No amount of peace was going to make Genesis a particularly nice person, though he was far less inclined to bite peoples' heads off today and it seemed like far too much effort to dwell on his various issues.

Rather, today he was comfortable in the knowledge that he was a hero and had found himself out and about exploring (sometimes even smiling!) and he'd found the theatres in the East District. But even theatres had breaks between shows and so Genesis was lounging around the abandoned train station because it was quiet and that, too, suited him perfectly today.

He paused and contemplated not answering the voice that came from the locket. He was in a good mood and it would be a shame to spoilt it--but on the other hand, there was likely going to be little that could spoil his mood today, and so... why not?]

Dare I ask if you're talking to anyone in particular?

[fugitive_wolf]

{Upon hearing the beep from the locket that signalled someone replying to him, Fenris flipped it open and stared at it for a moment. He didn't recognise the voice that came from it, but not everybody here was from the same place.

Normally, he would be annoyed by people asking questions to which the answer were none of their business, but he was feeling strange today, and found himself replying.}

No. I was posing a question to anyone who may be listening.

[apples_n_poetry]

[Genesis considers this. Dubiously. As far as he's concerned, it's a rather mad answer, but perhaps the other person is in a somewhat whimsical mood as well today.]

Are you in the habit of talking and hoping someone will answer then? [Even his good mood cannot change the fact that that question comes out rather… dry.]

[fugitive_wolf]

{It was a question that made him think for a moment. He wasn't in the habit of simply speaking and hoping he would get a reply. In fact, he was far more likely to remain silent and watch everyone else ask stupid questions - he knew that, and yet here he was, asking a stupid question. What had changed?}

No. Not normally. {But today something felt... He wasn't sure. Missing, perhaps?}

[apples_n_poetry]

You're not much of a talker, are you?

[He chuckles, just a little. Genesis doesn't mind that. He's quite fond of the sound of his own voice, after all.

Genesis stretches and for a moment there's nothing but slight sounds of movement where he is.]

Today of all days-- seems like a good time for a change. [Which seems... weird to him, even as he says it.]

[fugitive_wolf]

Not really. I don't have much to say. {He pauses, and there's a smile in his voice when he speaks again.} But perhaps you're right - perhaps today is a good time for a change.

[apples_n_poetry]

[Genesis is quite pleased with himself-- the other person is listening to him, which is always delightful. For some reason it's just even more delightful than normal.]

Have you any other changes in mind? [Because if he doesn't, Genesis has some suggestions. How would... whomever he is talking to like the theatre, he wonders. Of course, he's getting ahead of himself.]

And might I know your name? [Which is clearly the less important part of the conversation, but one he feels may be a useful aside. Which is peculiar. Ordinarily he wouldn't care.]

[fugitive_wolf]

Other changes? {He hadn't thought about it, mainly because today had simply seemed like a good day, not neccessarily a good day for changing. It wasn't until this voice has suggested changing himself that he had even began to consider it. To make more changes? No, something in that didn't seem right - why would he have to change himself. He wasn't so far lost in those good memories and the lack of bad ones, that he would be so easily influenced. To let someone influence him, what would be good about that?} No. I don't intend to change myself simply because today is an unusually good day.

{But his name? He could share that.} My name is Fenris. And yours...?

[apples_n_poetry]

[Genesis waves off the refusal. It doesn't bother him today, funny that. And it was only an idle thought.]

Genesis Rhapsodos.

[Which is a nice, simple name, to be sure.]

[fugitive_wolf]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Genesis. {And it was. Or would have been if they'd actually met, but whatever.}

[apples_n_poetry]

[Genesis waves this off. Not that Fenris can see that, but he does. Pleasure is as pleasure does after all and it's just his name.]

Charmed, I'm sure. Have you been around here long?

[He... hasn't been. Even though he's in a ridiculously good mood, that fact doesn't change.]