01 - Audio - Arrival
[The transmission is accidental. There is a sound of yawning, followed by a shuffle and some fabric rustling. It is followed by an ear scratching fall - like the object in question is skidding across the floor - then a thump.
Faint grumbles can be heard followed by a grunt and a hissed 'ow'. ]
Hah? Not mine.
[A thump. Then very, very heavy silence.]
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Faint grumbles can be heard followed by a grunt and a hissed 'ow'. ]
Hah? Not mine.
[A thump. Then very, very heavy silence.]
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The place is named Anatole. So far, no one knows a way out. Stay away from the mist. There are no trains here. I don't know what buses or airports are, though I doubt Anatole has them.
[The sentences are short and clipped, delivered in a monotone. Now that this fellow newcomer has the basics, he's on his own.]
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Anatole? What is this is place? That's not a famous capital!
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[His tone is still in that same monotone as he answers each of the questions, though there's a slight edge to it because the man is asking far too many questions for his liking and he is getting annoyed.]
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[But he'll answer them anyway because he doubts that doing otherwise will be conducive to maintaining his sanity] Yes, I woke up in a room as well...as has everyone who's been brought here.
[And he figures he might as well answer some more potential questions before getting on the subject of the mist; the less time spent talking to this guy, the better.]
And yes, I--obviously--received the same device as you. You can stay in the room where you woke up for a month. After that you get kicked out. The currency here is known as Ivories. You came in through The Door, you can't go back through it, no one knows anything more about it.
...All right, let me put this to you bluntly. If you go into the mist unarmed, you will die. Simple as that. If you go in far enough, you'll die anyway. The mist is dangerous. There are monsters in it. It messes with your head. If you're looking to kill yourself, there are far less unpleasant ways to do so.
[And because this whole pseudo- ( ... )
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Of course, he's going to milk everything he can get from this man.
Of course, he also knows that people who are usually in the same situation turns out fine. Seeing as this man knows more and clearly has more experience in Anatole, he's not letting him slip through his fingers so easily.]
Have you actually been in to this mist?
And I didn't walk through no door. So I am going to assume you didn't either. Now, about monetary means. You got a job? Can you hook me up? I need the money so I can go back home. I've got a little girl waiting.
And you can't break my jaw. Idle threats don't work.
What's your name, old man?
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[A heavy, protracted sigh.] Yes you did. Like everyone, you came in through The Door, the big damn stone arch in the center of the city. You passed out, and woke up in the damn room from which you are hassling me now through the communication device we all received.
No, I do not have a job and no I cannot get you a job either. [His voice softens slightly at the mention of him having a daughter, though.] I can if I find you. [He sounds decidedly less irritable, though. He has a soft spot for children.]
I am not an old man. [Totally ignoring the question, yep]
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Fine, fine, old man. [Insists.] You sound like you've been here longer, if you don't have a job then you don't have money. How the hell do you eat? Or drink? [Pauses.] Or do you break jaws for that too? [This comes out a little ... exasperated. Like he's rolling his eyes. He's usually a polite guy but it's not every day he wakes up in a foreign place that he does not remember going to. Excuse his crankiness.]
Go on, explain yourself, old man. So I can do the same or something.
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I've only been here about five days now, all right? [No, he hasn't eaten in five days, why do you ask? 8D; ] I got the basic rundown when I came, same as you. I went and found out the details on my own.
And no, I don't make a habit of terrorizing the natives who seem to resent our very presence here. As for water...there's water fountain in the middle of the city--it's the only drinkable water in the city.
Explain what?
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Same age as me? Hell, no. I don't sound like my father in law. [Old man goes unsaid here.] Helpful as you are, you didn't answer. How are you eating? You're not stealing are you? Because geez, I'm hungry, myself and if the locals aren't being as [A rustle and a bump followed by an apology] you say, then you're my directory till I find out more of this place.
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...I...uh...I haven't. [And that, that was Scar's stomach rumbling, right on cue.]
Hrn. No. Go hassle that Duncan fellow at the pub. [He sounds irritable again.] He seems more than willing to talk to us, unlike most.
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[He actually sounds amused as much as he sounds grateful somewhat. He does keep his word though. He really is convinced that the person on the other end of the line is an old man.]
Name's Spirit by the way. Thanks a lot by the way! Don't worry! When I figure this out, I'll get you a meal, old man. So just hold out a bit longer, okay?
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[A sigh, and he lets the matter drop.] Um...thanks... [This is awkward to him, Spirit being so friendly despite his own attitude. It makes him feel uncomfortable.]
Scar. [He says this in a 'take-it-or-leave-it' tone. Though, considering the man has an unusual name as well, he thinks maybe it won't get questioned.]
You're uh...you're welcome, I guess. And don't worry about it. I'm used to this--I've gone longer without food before.
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