Hon hannabeh honne.

Hon hannaben honne.

[His voice is low and thrumming, and he sings in almost a monotone. Deliberate. Inflected. The line is repeated. Over. And over, building until the consonants buzz hotly on his his tongue. And then the chant stops, with the sudden clap of wood on stone. His voice is a hiss, ragged and viceral. A shout. A ( Read more... )

The light. We need to bring back the light, yes? Otherwise we fall before these misshapen monsters.

I can... I think I can do this. However, it will not be easy, and I have need of assistance.

My most sincere condolences. If I may help in any way, please, let me know.

Times are dark, of late. And yet there is light, even among this darkness. Purpose, is there not? Even among this shattered wreck of a city, there is... hope.

Strong, and bold.

The blades of the wolves are sharp, yes? But not as sharp as will.

[An absent contented noise and a languid, shifting sound.]Our Mother, who art in End-World, wretched be ( Read more... )

Gabriel, my dear friend, I do hope you are fairing well. I had heard you faced off against the adversary. I...

I apologize. My aid should have been yours.

A bit of business, before I leave you. My dear, I never did catch your name. You will find that something of yours is returned to you. Happy hunting.

[Locked to Owen | Hackable]I do hope the ( Read more... )

[There is a contented hum, and a languorous intake of breath before he speaks.]

Dread Mistress, I entreat your favor and offer you my humble self in servitude.

I require a volunteer.

[A low, thoughtful sound. Crockery clicks together.]

I believe I can put an end to this... sharing of the mind. And I would hope to bring peace to all those that suffer this affliction. Yet for that, I require a bit of assistance. I should imagine two or three will do. Please, if you grow weary of this forced intimacy, as I ( Read more... )

[Music plays in the background, garbled by headphones. Too quiet. And then comes a pleased noise, his voice low at first.]

You all get along so well. I had my doubts, but it seems this place is left in good hands, is it not? Perhaps my presence is purely unnecessary.

[Paper shifts, a page in something turning.]Perhaps not ( Read more... )

There were others here, yes? I am understanding this correctly? Others that were taken with the firestorm, that this Atra claims to have brought upon this city. This place that none and yet all of you call home.

And these others were your friends and only comforts, your families even.

[His tone softens.]For that, you have my sympathies. And ( Read more... )