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[ Without preamble, the feed comes on, Rin's distinct, accented voice rolling out of the NV. ]
That entire business with the cult makes me wonder: is coming back from the dead really so unusual a thing? [ His tone sounds pleasant enough, slightly musing, but the pause that comes after those words is calculated. ]
In Spira, the deceased returned from the afterlife on a regrettably regular basis. Of course-- [ And here his tone takes a mildly sardonic edge, though the pleasant smile stays in place. ] --as one might expect, it was never the peaceful souls that chose to linger. The restless dead, left to their own devices, inevitably became monsters. We called them fiends.
[ He drums his fingers against the edge of his desk, expression becoming distant. ] Of course, there were occasional... exceptions. Those who refused to stay dead, yet kept their minds and their appearance. Some of them well enough to fool those around them into believing they were still alive.
In Spira, everything was tied to death. One often got into the habit of thinking of one's self as dead even while still living-- a negligible compromise when the alternative is turning into a mindless beast, don't you think? [ He laughs, softly, though there's nothing warm about the sound. ]
To speak on lighter matters: the Wayside Inn is, as ever, looking for workers. Anyone willing to work during the hours of Darkness is welcome to apply, and after a brief interview to assess your suitability for the position, hours can be negotiated. [ He inserts a link with the relevant information. ] Of course, our doors are always open to whoever happens to find themselves temporarily... homeless.
That entire business with the cult makes me wonder: is coming back from the dead really so unusual a thing? [ His tone sounds pleasant enough, slightly musing, but the pause that comes after those words is calculated. ]
In Spira, the deceased returned from the afterlife on a regrettably regular basis. Of course-- [ And here his tone takes a mildly sardonic edge, though the pleasant smile stays in place. ] --as one might expect, it was never the peaceful souls that chose to linger. The restless dead, left to their own devices, inevitably became monsters. We called them fiends.
[ He drums his fingers against the edge of his desk, expression becoming distant. ] Of course, there were occasional... exceptions. Those who refused to stay dead, yet kept their minds and their appearance. Some of them well enough to fool those around them into believing they were still alive.
In Spira, everything was tied to death. One often got into the habit of thinking of one's self as dead even while still living-- a negligible compromise when the alternative is turning into a mindless beast, don't you think? [ He laughs, softly, though there's nothing warm about the sound. ]
To speak on lighter matters: the Wayside Inn is, as ever, looking for workers. Anyone willing to work during the hours of Darkness is welcome to apply, and after a brief interview to assess your suitability for the position, hours can be negotiated. [ He inserts a link with the relevant information. ] Of course, our doors are always open to whoever happens to find themselves temporarily... homeless.