livor -vii- voice ;
[A soft laugh barely echos over the transmission, low and gritty against the gentle white noise of the open channel. And her words are just as quiet, distant, but they hold a venom of spite to them and by no means are they hard to hear for anyone paying attention.]
How precious you all really are... is there anything you can't do?
[Her voice changes, a string of affection tying up around what comes next.]
...Azmeth.
[There is the sound of a loud high pitched screech, but it doesn't come from the transmitters, and your characters will be hit with a very sudden and very heavy wall of heated air.]
How precious you all really are... is there anything you can't do?
[Her voice changes, a string of affection tying up around what comes next.]
...Azmeth.
[There is the sound of a loud high pitched screech, but it doesn't come from the transmitters, and your characters will be hit with a very sudden and very heavy wall of heated air.]