Voice|Not as Planned

[un_forgetting]

[There is a long silence. A long, doom-filled silence, before a very familiar voice, tight with barely-controlled fury, comes across the network.]

I am only going to ask this once, and I expect an answer to be forthcoming promptly.

What is the meaning of this?

['This' being the...results of the auction. Oh, someone's not happy. Speaking of

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[waveringhope]

Uh, you might want to calm down a little first.

1/?

[un_forgetting]

I am perfectly calm--

[un_forgetting]

[...Wait.]

[un_forgetting]

[...You're...]

[un_forgetting]

[That's not possible--!]

DONE.

[un_forgetting]

You. Your name, now.

[waveringhope]

[...Okaaaay then, this guy was umm, weird.]

... It's Sam. Are you sure you're okay?

[un_forgetting]

You...shouldn't exist.

[He growls some.]

Your--ancestors were wiped out in the flood. How are you here.

[waveringhope]

[The 'shouldn't exist' part kinda hurts.]

I don't even know what you're talking about.

[un_forgetting]

You're unaware of your own bloodline? That's rich.

[Is it crazylaughter time? I think it is.]

The blood that invented murder runs in your veins.

1/2

[waveringhope]

[What the hell is he talking about, seriously. How would he even know his bloodline, they haven't even met so is this guy crazy? Still, the blood that invented murder. Of course he had an idea about who he was talking about but none of this is making any real sense at the moment]

2/2

[waveringhope]

[Okay, Sam looks kinda serious now.]

Who the hell are you?

[un_forgetting]

Wouldn't you like to know?

[waveringhope]

Yeah, I would. You don't even know me and you're going on about my supposed bloodlines and how I shouldn't exist.

[un_forgetting]

Not supposed. I know these things.

Maybe if you work hard, you'll find out.

[waveringhope]

I don't suppose you could just tell me now, huh?