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[tempervale_npc]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal Temper's face, schooled into a faint shade of a smile. His eyes though, bright and ice blue as they are, are nearly dancing for once.

The setting behind him is nondescript, a windowed wall draped in soft filmy curtains that soften rather than block the light as it comes in.]

Things have changed here. Have you

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[ergaleomancer]

And what have you put an end to this time?

[tempervale_npc]

[His eyes flash briefly.] An era, so to speak. But rest assured it was an act of compassion, putting a poor, suffering thing out of its misery.

And out of ours.

[ergaleomancer]

Which era would that be, then?

[[She's studying the room behind you, Temper, at least as much of it as she can see.]]

Did you have a fight with your compatriots?

[tempervale_npc]

[He shakes his head ever so slightly.] We don't speak ill of the dead. It's unseemly.

But my compatriots and I do not fight amongst ourselves. We are created of a singular purpose. Discord would undermine that. [...he may not like all his family members, but such is life.]

[ergaleomancer]

Whose era, then? Surely naming the dead would honour them~.

You stress the word 'compatriots', though...as I recall your group wasn't the entirety of our captors...?

[[She's looking through a notebook as she says this; she's been keeping notes.]]

[tempervale_npc]

I stress the word because it's rather a cold one. We are kin, a single clan. Our hosts excluded, of course.

[But he shakes his head once more.] I've no desire to honor these dead either. Their passing is the natural order; it deserves neither adulation nor condemnation. I have no desire to speak of it further. Death is not a subject I particularly enjoy. It's only life that's interesting.

[ergaleomancer]

Our hosts...you didn't turn on our hosts, did you? Are you running this place on your own now?

[tempervale_npc]

What sort of guest would that make me, I wonder? To show such little gratitude towards the ones who were so accommodating for my lost family.

This place is not our home, nor our dominion.

[ergaleomancer]

Considering the little care you show for the lives and safety of those of us interred here, one can only imagine that you have the sympathy and gratitude of a snake.

[tempervale_npc]

Such sharp teeth on such a well-kept pet. It's disheartening. Perhaps that is another lesson that needs to be learned.

[ergaleomancer]

Neither I, nor anyone else here are your pets. Sentient beings deserve their freedom.

[dilblackwoodnpc]

[The voice and the smirk that cut in are both coy, bordering on smug.]

So it's freedom you want? Really? Do you find yourself so very hindered? I thought the city was more than generous... Perhaps what's really needed here is a basis for comparison.

[ergaleomancer]

Is this London? Do I have the freedom to go home? The freedom to see my family? You prats think you're so generous, none of us asked to come here.

[dilblackwoodnpc]

[And now the tone is openly-mocking, singsongish as Dil grins openly. Oh, Theta. Too easy!]

"Is this London? Do I have the freedom to go home?" Little girl, are you fed?

[And here the voice turns venomous.]

Can you breathe? Are you not permitted ease of movement? None of you asked for those things either, you know. You're more spoiled than you realize.

[ergaleomancer]

I'm not a girl. I'll thank you to keep your assumptions to yourself.

Your threats just prove how truly terrible you really are.

[dilblackwoodnpc]

They're implications, not threats. I'll thank you to keep your assumptions to yourself.

[She chuckles, clearly amused by herself, and gives a dismissive wave.]

I don't want to hear about "terrible" from you, young lady-- I've seen how you can be, you know. I don't miss much.