001 ♠ Voice
[It isn't until Caster has gathered sufficient information that her composure returns swiftly in full force. If the Greeters were to be trusted, he wasn't dead and neither was she. Yet, she knew well how people played their games. It could be in the shift of the hand, the flutter of eyelashes, or even the parting of lips. It was all in the little, negligible details that composed the movement of a chess piece to the next square. Perhaps she was just someone’s pawn, and she loathed the thought of having to listen when someone told her to leap.
However, no one had yet to issue an order.
Perhaps things really were as simple as they appeared. Trapped in an alternate, open-ended world, which was both a gift and a curse, where there was nothing more, nothing less. It was unfortunate that life was never without its surprises. Nevertheless, she cast these troubling thoughts aside as she considers and then decides on her post to the network. Normally, she would have kept her identity unknown, but without a Master, desperate times called for desperate measures.]
[An elegant voice filters through as Caster speaks in clear tones cultivated with courtesy.]
Oh, good evening, citizens of this city. [A smile is evident in the gentle ‘oh’ and the low, subtle purr of amusement within her last, four words.] I apologize if I’ve startled any of you. I’m still getting used to how these devices work.
[There’s warmth in her apology, lending it sincerity and a closeness that borders on coy as the hum of a chuckle touches on ‘used to’. However, there’s no real laughter, no audible chuckling - merely simple geniality, one of which could easily give rise to the image of a proper lady.]
As victims trapped within these same confinements, any assistance I have to offer is yours.
[She enunciates each word distinctly, with the gentleness of a friend or perhaps, as her voice lightly dips on the utterance of ‘yours’, a lover.]
We seek the same goal, so if my services can ever be of use, please don’t be afraid to ask. [Her tone softens on the syllable at the end, likening her statement to a delicate request.] My door is always open.
However, no one had yet to issue an order.
Perhaps things really were as simple as they appeared. Trapped in an alternate, open-ended world, which was both a gift and a curse, where there was nothing more, nothing less. It was unfortunate that life was never without its surprises. Nevertheless, she cast these troubling thoughts aside as she considers and then decides on her post to the network. Normally, she would have kept her identity unknown, but without a Master, desperate times called for desperate measures.]
[An elegant voice filters through as Caster speaks in clear tones cultivated with courtesy.]
Oh, good evening, citizens of this city. [A smile is evident in the gentle ‘oh’ and the low, subtle purr of amusement within her last, four words.] I apologize if I’ve startled any of you. I’m still getting used to how these devices work.
[There’s warmth in her apology, lending it sincerity and a closeness that borders on coy as the hum of a chuckle touches on ‘used to’. However, there’s no real laughter, no audible chuckling - merely simple geniality, one of which could easily give rise to the image of a proper lady.]
As victims trapped within these same confinements, any assistance I have to offer is yours.
[She enunciates each word distinctly, with the gentleness of a friend or perhaps, as her voice lightly dips on the utterance of ‘yours’, a lover.]
We seek the same goal, so if my services can ever be of use, please don’t be afraid to ask. [Her tone softens on the syllable at the end, likening her statement to a delicate request.] My door is always open.