first looting (voice)
[there's a good long silence when the feed turns on, as if it's owner isn't one hundred percent sure on when to speak -- maybe this technology's kind of weird to him. even if there's plenty more to find weird in this city.
but then, there's a high, gentle laugh, and all along it's like he was merely chuckling at a joke in his head that only he knew the punchline to. when it speaks, the voice is smooth and sly. not malevolent, but rather the voice one might imagine a ferret would have.]
My! A collection of living weapons wasn't something I was expecting to lose...
... Or replace, quite so soon.
[a smile is audible in his voice.] Well then, where do I start?
--Ah, yes, and if anyone's come across a talking bowmeow, I'd dearly like to know. [then, flatly] My brother doesn't do well on his own.
but then, there's a high, gentle laugh, and all along it's like he was merely chuckling at a joke in his head that only he knew the punchline to. when it speaks, the voice is smooth and sly. not malevolent, but rather the voice one might imagine a ferret would have.]
My! A collection of living weapons wasn't something I was expecting to lose...
... Or replace, quite so soon.
[a smile is audible in his voice.] Well then, where do I start?
--Ah, yes, and if anyone's come across a talking bowmeow, I'd dearly like to know. [then, flatly] My brother doesn't do well on his own.