001 || voice.
[There’s some shuffling and quiet cursing as Maladict attempts to work the unfamiliar technology, before he clears his throat to speak.]
They tell me that I can send messages to everyone through this thing. So, for anyone who’s listening, my name is Maladict.
This place is…strange. I’m inclined to believe what I’ve been told, that I’ve been taken to a different world. I suppose it’s a little much to ask if there are any other Black Ribboners here. Any...reformed vampires, perhaps?
[He pauses before speaking again, unsure if the next question is a wise one to ask. Someone may decide to exploit his weakness again.]
… If anyone here has access to coffee-making facilities, I would be very grateful if I could make use of them for a few days. I have the beans, but nothing else, and coffee is something of a necessity to me.
They tell me that I can send messages to everyone through this thing. So, for anyone who’s listening, my name is Maladict.
This place is…strange. I’m inclined to believe what I’ve been told, that I’ve been taken to a different world. I suppose it’s a little much to ask if there are any other Black Ribboners here. Any...reformed vampires, perhaps?
[He pauses before speaking again, unsure if the next question is a wise one to ask. Someone may decide to exploit his weakness again.]
… If anyone here has access to coffee-making facilities, I would be very grateful if I could make use of them for a few days. I have the beans, but nothing else, and coffee is something of a necessity to me.