001 ♩ video ♩ quoth the raven

[failingsohard]

Ch.

[Today definitely fell under the category of Not A Good Day. First he had somehow slipped down their grand foyer's staircase after speaking to his brother (he was unsure if that fell under a Good Thing or not), then he woke up in a place that was definitely not part of the Nightray estate, and then he realised that this was not a place that

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[unfearful]

[Black hair. Golden eyes. "Vince." Dominic immediately checks the ID, his eyes widening upon reading the name.

... Well. He calms down, as he mentally debates what to do about this.]

Ah... I'm afraid that's impossible.

[unfearful]

[Brb, checking--]

... According to the contact list, he is.

[failingsohard]

There's a contact list?

[What is this technology 8|]

[unfearful]

Yes. The device you're holding right now--it's called a Dreamberry. It's used primarily for communication, as you've likely figured out by now, but it has other uses as well, such as the contact list.

[failingsohard]

I...see.

[Well, you're more helpful than the ghosts. He squints at his screen.]

So...you are Dominic Sorel?

[unfearful]

Yes... Gilbert Nightray, then?

[failingsohard]

[He nods.]

How are you acquainted with Xerxes Break?

[unfearful]

We've spoken a few times.

[failingsohard]

I see. He told you all about the Abyss?

[unfearful]

No. He just mentioned it once--a place of legend where criminals go?

[failingsohard]

...yeah.

[he's still bugged about the look of recognition on Dominic's face, when he called. huh.]

Who else do you know, from my world?

[unfearful]

Ada Bezarius.

[Sorry, Gilbert, but he's trying to avoid mentioning Vincent for now.]

[failingsohard]

[Gil nods. Well then. Those are certainly safe acquaintances - considering how Break is. He'd just go and steel himself for the inevitable taunting from that stupid clown.]

Thank you for the help, then.

[unfearful]

It's nothing.

[failingsohard]

[He takes note of his name.]

If you would ever need anything, I'd be happy to pay back the favour.

[unfearful]

Ah... that's not necessary, really.