The First Chord

[invoke_lyssa]

Oh...dreaming.

Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-

Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.

Damnable cuff, get off, get off-

I...

It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME

I rather like this dream.

((Strikes are private.))

Comments

[goddesshelpline]

A second Mister Todd?

[invoke_lyssa]

Not Todd. Barker.

[goddesshelpline]

...I see.

I am Belldandy. I am pleased to meet you.

[invoke_lyssa]

Hn.

[goddesshelpline]

And your first name is Benjamin?

[invoke_lyssa]

...Yes.

[goddesshelpline]

Ah, I see. I wanted to be sure.