11//Voice
[You can hear Native voices floating in and out of this transmission. They're almost being shouted over the din of lunchtime in some Marketplace eatery. As if there's a stranger in their midst and they want to make sure he can hear them real clear.]
...think they can do whatever they want...
...nothin' but trouble, all of 'em....
...we should march right into their block and toss 'em all back through that damn Door...
[Through it all, Trevor drinks his soup quietly, peaceably. He will not be goaded into any kind of response. That would only solidify their opinion of the Scorched, and it'd be like swatting flies with a warhammer anyway.]
We make for the most convenient scapegoats in times of crisis. Let us hope their accusations are baseless, unlike other things that have happened.
[One final slurp before he sets his bowl aside. Wood creaks as he leans forward, turning up the volume on his Forge even as he lowers his voice.]
This Ivy Rose affair, and the things that have been happening around it... something about them reeks of the unearthly. Something more than just flesh and blood at work. I cannot prove that, but I know I am not the only one who at least suspects this.
[Pause.]
Has anyone spoken to the missing child's parents?
...think they can do whatever they want...
...nothin' but trouble, all of 'em....
...we should march right into their block and toss 'em all back through that damn Door...
[Through it all, Trevor drinks his soup quietly, peaceably. He will not be goaded into any kind of response. That would only solidify their opinion of the Scorched, and it'd be like swatting flies with a warhammer anyway.]
We make for the most convenient scapegoats in times of crisis. Let us hope their accusations are baseless, unlike other things that have happened.
[One final slurp before he sets his bowl aside. Wood creaks as he leans forward, turning up the volume on his Forge even as he lowers his voice.]
This Ivy Rose affair, and the things that have been happening around it... something about them reeks of the unearthly. Something more than just flesh and blood at work. I cannot prove that, but I know I am not the only one who at least suspects this.
[Pause.]
Has anyone spoken to the missing child's parents?