The First Chord

[invoke_lyssa]

Oh...dreaming.

Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-

Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.

Damnable cuff, get off, get off-

I...

It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME

I rather like this dream.

((Strikes are private.))

Comments

[just_cutthroat]

This is anything but a dream.

[just_cutthroat]

...I understand now..

You..were taken to Bedlam instead of Australia.

[invoke_lyssa]

You've no idea of what it was like when you did not have to scream in the darkness. You only stood on the other side of the bars and laughed and laughed and laughed.

[just_cutthroat]

...

I have screamed in the darkness, Mr. Barker.

Perhaps you don't understand me, or hear me clearly. I am Sweeney Todd, previously named Benjamin Barker.

I am..not Fogg.

[Strikes semi readable]

[invoke_lyssa]

Not...Fogg. But not Barker.

You're T?

[just_cutthroat]

Yes, I am.

1/2

[invoke_lyssa]

2/2

[invoke_lyssa]

My shadow speaks too plainly and fondly. So much that leaves little room to trust.

Re: 2/2

[just_cutthroat]

Trust in others results in trickery, sir.

[invoke_lyssa]

And what amount do you hide?

[just_cutthroat]

That is no concern of your's.

Tell me more of your past, Mr. Barker..

How much do we differ in history, I wonder?

[invoke_lyssa]

Why?

[just_cutthroat]

Because I want to see how much out histories differ.

[invoke_lyssa]

But that would require trust.

[just_cutthroat]

Yes, it would require a small amount of trust, but not much in my opinion.

[invoke_lyssa]

A shame your opinion means so little to me.