001 [voice]

[pickn_pockets]

[The sound of soft clinking and footsteps is evenly distributed, no difficulty or limping detected, but careful and deliberate nonetheless. That is until they both come to a lazy, scraping stop.]

...Of all the things I expected to wake up to...

[A light scoff, closer to a breathless chuckle, really. But his voice is amicable.]A creepy empty

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voice.

[delives]

End of the world, huh? Never thought about that.

This is Nuadoria: your new home.

voice.

[pickn_pockets]

[there's some shuffling, like he's pressing something closer to his ear]

And more people. This is what I get for assuming.

Yeah, things were a little crazy. How long has it been like this?

[takes a moment to think whether or not it's someone telling him they adore him, Nuadoria sounding vaguely like 'you adore' or something]

--Sorry, say again? You're asking me to move into your home? That doesn't sound right.

voice.

[delives]

What, are you deaf or something?

[ yeah, he isn't going to repeat it, sorry. :( ]

voice.

[pickn_pockets]

If you said dead, I'll say I hope not. If deaf, then partially? I just fell from the top of the world-- I think. So it's possible that both could apply.

Uh, anyway. My name's Locke and hopefully this condition will right itself soon enough.

[No worries XD]