Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-Midway upon the journey of our life

Comments

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[justitiae]

2/3

[justitiae]

...

3/3

[justitiae]

Dante.

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[beyondback_up]

[ichigo_maiden]

...Oh! I think I know that ~na-no!

[beyondback_up]

Do you? What a smart one we have.

[ichigo_maiden]

Uh-huh! You think so ~na-no?

[beyondback_up]

Of course.

Name?

[shiftyblond]

Great, another poet to add to the masses of Purgatory.

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[beyondback_up]

Oh?

fin~

[beyondback_up]

Wrong piece then. An amendment

Your name?

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[shiftyblond]

Is that so?

[gamesandguns]

Can't say I'm a fan of poetry.

[beyondback_up]

Poetry speaks to mens souls.

[gamesandguns]

Does it? Can't say my soul is screaming for some Dante.

[beyondback_up]

Would you prefer a non poet? Churchhill?

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

[thylas]

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
Which never yet a living person left

[beyondback_up]

After my weary body I had rested,
The way resumed I on the desert slope,
So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

Vergil?

[thylas]

Thylas.

[beyondback_up]

Thylas. Purgatory.

I am being punished. My apologies.