[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[In a dark voice - satisfied with something, but quite thoughtful. He speaks carefully, so as not to reveal too much.]

Fingers... then teeth.

[Strange background sounds - a slice of meat, a thunk of bone, muffled patterns of sound that could be compared to stifled speech, perhaps a scream, silence thereafter - as if in a silent, perhaps empty,

Comments

[voice] because he's figured it out

[usedinvain]

[The recording catches the end of Tartarus' laughter, and he continues in a rather amused southern drawl] Heeeey, little brother.

What in the name of, well--[snort]--me, are you doin'?

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[He pauses for a moment, as if the silence is acknowledging Tartarus' greeting, and then answers matter-of-factly.]

Working.

[voice]

[usedinvain]

[Mumbled and tongue in cheek--his mouth's full] Yeah? On who?

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[Unsure of how his brother intends the remark, he continues with his matter-of-fact way of talking.]

Work.

[voice]

[usedinvain]

[Having apparently hit the nail on the head, he chokes back laughter.] Incommunicado--I get it--Khaos's the word. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do.

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

...

There isn't a lot you would not do.

[voice]

[usedinvain]

Exactly.

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

Hmmmm.