♱ 001-Audio
[ The jostling of a waist pouch causes the Forge to turn on and begin recording. Folds of thick leather muffle the sound of footsteps, as well as a pair of voices, but if you listen closely, the exchange isn't at all inaudible
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Excuse me, but your Forge turned on. Perhaps you bumped it in some way.
I take it you're new here as well?
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Oh? Is someone else there?
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[ No matter which way he turns...he stands alone. ]
...Hello?
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[ Once the device sits still again, Kay can be heard walking. Presumably toward the doors. ]
If someone is there, I...recommend that you show yourself at once.
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Mr... um. New person. Who is new.
[...very smooth, Priscilla.]
Hello?
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Boxes do not talk! So...please stop talking to me. There is nothing you can say that I wish to hear!
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...well. I could stop talking if you want, but um. The box doesn't... talk really, I mean it's more like people use it to talk which, didn't make sense to me at first either but-- um!
The box isn't talking!
I'm not in the box!
It's just a Forge! Really!
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But this box is most definitely not a forge.
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...I am no priest, but a knight.
[ A pause. A swallow that's not audible since his Forge lies on the floor some distance from him at the moment. ]
And are you a spirit? A witch, perhaps? A demon?
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[Pause. Sigh. Should she bother? Why does this have to be relevant? She doesn't feel like talking.]
There is another church here, if that sort of thing interests you. [Which it seems to.] The priest that cared for it is no longer here.
[...]
I'm not a spirit or a witch, though both exist here. A demon? It depends who you ask. [And possibly what day it is.]
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[ He is staring. ]
[ Aren't...witches and demons usually ragged looking? Sure, Anna was beautiful, but what does a demon care of taking care of a human body? Anna's wasn't treated like any kind of temple, but this woman's is... ]
[ No. ]
[ There is a flaw. A marking at the base of her neck he can spy just barely...a winged serpent swallowing its own tail. ]
...Where might this other church be, then?
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[ Whatever it is, it's another voice from the devil box. ]
[ Kay stares at it disdainfully. ]
I do not suppose praying for these voices to stop would do me much good?
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[It's such a thin line between helpful and unhelpful, isn't it?]
If it will make you feel any better, it isn't the box's fault. We're only communicating through it.
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[ Slowly but surely he turns the device around in his hands, examining it. Wincing without realizing at every little buzz and click that it makes. ]
What do you mean, through it? Is this some kind of sorcery, then?
[ Because it is definitely not a carrier pigeon. ]
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{Not many he knew here referred to their deity as God Most carted around other titles, even several, but God? Sounded vaguely... }
Where are you from, lad?
And which God do you seek?
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I am from Avignon, sir.
[ Recognize the faint European accent, Malfatto? ]
France.
[ A noteworthy pause at the mention of which God...and a flare of hope. ]
I speak of the true God, of course. Our Lord, the Almighty Father of Jesus Christ our savior.
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{Granted, he had the epiphany long ago that God wasn't real. Wasn't true. But so much time spent devoted to serving the Church, maintaining that bond, that partnership, well.}
{Sometimes it was safe to remain in voluntary denial.}
... as do I. Truly, I'm pleased to meet you. Your name, then?
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It is Kay, sir. And yours?
From where do you hail, if I might ask?
[ This is a relief. The same God may very well mean the same world. It could very well mean...he's not surrounded only by strange silver-eyed people, demonic women, and polytheistic strangers with their bizarre technology. ]
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