9 >> {video} Shadows Event

[malfattore]

{And here you see... boots. Light brown, soft leather, the pointed toe of one tapping weathered floorboards impatiently as fingertips skim the lens. Her voice is soft, humming impishly as she figures out the device

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[theotokos]

Well, I knew that guy was strange, but this? Hm.

voice

[malfattore]

You object?

voice

[theotokos]

It doesn't directly involve me, therefore it's none of my business. I'm only musing openly.

voice

[malfattore]

You've made it your business!

How do you know him? What do you know of him?

{A pause, followed by a light clucking of her tongue.}

You know he's dangerous, yes? Did you know?

voice

[theotokos]

Tch. He approached me first, I didn't go to him.

And why am I not surprised.

voice

[malfattore]

He always approaches first.

See that you're the one left still walking in the end.

voice

[theotokos]

I'm not about let anyone take me down, much less that creep.

voice

[malfattore]

You trust so easily.

{She giggles, the sound far away now, as if she's crossed the room, leaving the gadget to record.}

{A door creaks open.}

... trust so easily! You trust so easily...

voice

[theotokos]

Says the woman who never spoke to me before.

voice

[malfattore]

You seem to believe what I say about him.

How much do you know? How much do you know beyond that first layer?

{Closer now. She's holding the Forge again.}

He cut me badly, but I cut him back.

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[theotokos]

How odd, telling me that I believe too easily and then you tell me he cut you. What do you want me to say?

Do you just want me to come out and tell you that he creeps me out? Or something else?

voice

[malfattore]

Something else.

{Ah, Shadows. Perpetual mindfucks.}

Who are you, my friend? Share your name so we may understand each other...

voice

[theotokos]

[Now she doesn't know what to think of any of you.] Can't always trust anyone that comes off as friendly, now can you?

Lady.

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[malfattore]

I wouldn't. You saw through it, didn't you? He thinks he hides with that mask.

{The voice trails off once more, and there's that door protesting on the other side of the room again. She isn't leaving. What, then?}

{Checking on something.}

{She sings.}

... Jesus loves you, yes I know, for my mother tells me so...

{Silence for a moment, and she returns.}

It's a pleasure, Lady. My name is Fiora Cavazza.

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[theotokos]

[No comment there, but boy, does her voice grow a little more harder and indifferent each time.]

Right.

voice - threadjacking! (I should add that this is MEANT to be a delayed response)

[knows_it_all]

You did what...?!