002. voice post.

[implored]

[coughing, because y'know, i imagine there was a lot of dust/debris/etc. from the meteor's impact. when she finally gets herself under control her voice is low and muttered before she speaks up.]

-at blasted rock fell out of the sky and-

[she coughs again before wheezing quietly for a few seconds. she's out of breath.]That was unexpected, to say

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[strahlend]

[ Sounds of coughing come through the transmitter. When he speaks, he still sounds very calm. And slightly amused. It's been some time since he'd heard a female voice. ]

Miss, you're talking to yourself.

[ A pause. ]

It's the first sign of a psychiatric disorder, you do realize?

voice.

[strahlend]

[ As flat as a wall, which is pretty damn flat. ]

Indeed.

[ And you can hear the curiosity in his voice. ] Oh?

Yet you are from Earth.

voice.

[implored]

[bland as plain oatmeal.]

The year 1896.

voice.

[strahlend]

[ Monotonous like the icons.

There's a small hitch of breath, though. ]

Really. So we come from different times, as well.

I'm from the year 2008.

voice.

[implored]

[blank as new paper. but she actually stops breathing for a second before collecting herself.]

So far in the future. Intriguing.

voice

[strahlend]

I have to agree to those sentiments, Miss...

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. [ Is there just the slightest smarm in that voice? Yes! ]

voice.

[implored]

[and here is the automatic response, and it's so obvious that she's said it a billion times before.]

Ah, how rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Gemma Doyle. And you are?

Re: voice.

[strahlend]

[ Such a well-bred Victorian young lady. Hide chuckles. ]

Nakajima Hideaki- or, as Westerners put it, Hideaki Nakajima.

Just 'Nakajima' will do, Miss Doyle.

voice.

[implored]

Master Nakajima. A pleasure, I'm sure.

voice.

[strahlend]

Of course. [ A pause. ]

Drop the 'master'.

voice.

[implored]

[pause.]

My apologies. Old habit, you see.

voice.

[strahlend]

[ A snap. Then, soft crackling like a cigarette lighting up. ]

Think nothing about it.

Where are you?

voice.

[implored]

[pause again. then she's sort of wary.]

The cathedral, in the forest. Why?

voice.

[strahlend]

[ Now he sounds contemplative. ]

How odd. I am right in front of the cathedral, but there is no one here.

voice.

[implored]

[she sighs.]

I am behind it.

voice.

[strahlend]

I see.