[Voice | Private]boundbytreasonDecember 24 2011, 18:56:09 UTC
[ If he listens closely, he might catch the sound of a soft brushing motion, as Caster glides a gloved palm across a piece of paper on the surface of a smooth table. When she addresses him, her smile sounds a little more pronounced. ]
Good morning, Sephiroth.
[ With reassurance: ] Yes, this is about a little more than the holidays, but it's nothing urgent. I've been reviewing the older entries of Siren's Port and recording the dates of each arrival. I was searching for a pattern, and there is one, albeit tentatively.
[ There was a brief space of silence as she lowers her gaze to her neatly ordered writing. She unwittingly assumes a more professional tone as she organizes her thoughts into words. ]
This year, there were new arrivals in July, September, and November, but none for August, October, and, as of yet, December. But I've come to notice that if no one has shown up by the third day of the month, there will be no further arrivals for the rest of it. [ She paused once more, realigning her gaze with her NetVice. ]While the city
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[Voice | Private]boundbytreasonDecember 26 2011, 07:05:23 UTC
[ As he began to address the entirety of her response, the clear sunlight filtering through the window caught on the reflective surface of her orb with a blinding glare. Instinctively, Caster shut her eyes, angling her head away from it. With his enhanced hearing, it would likely sound like a whisper as a single lock of her hair swept over her shoulder with her sudden movement
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It was what every other family did on our street. We were more into the decorating and Christmas spirit than the actual religious part of it. [ She'd noticed that some people were very religious about Christmas here. ]
I suppose we can only give it time. If there's one thing that's a bit reassuring, it's that it all usually works itself out in the end. Regardless of whether it's a malfunction of the Core or something else.
[ A brief pause. ]
You weren't here for October, right? [ Then, with a softer voice: ] For the nightmares that everyone experienced.
After crowing about how terribly brutal the entire club would be and how no one needed to be careful, isn't it only expected? Or am I wrong?
And if you expect me to use it, then you have to say it a little more properly. See, we didn't have a chance to introduce ourselves, so how do you expect me to address you correctly? A name is a way for us all to be civilized. [ Encouragingly: ] So, why don't we try this again? Just with a little more finesse.
You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, no?
Club? Hah! Yeah, you're wrong. Try the warehouse. And it was. And I'm still in one piece, trust me. If anybody had died, you'd have heard about it by now.
I'm not a frog, either. I don't need flies. Or anybody who calls me 'boy'.
I didn't ask whether you died. I asked whether you're injured. You might still be in one piece...but you aren't bruised or cut anywhere, are you?
[ Caster gave a soft chuckle. ] Oh, but you really are charming. All right, Joe, have it your way. Though, here's something you should keep in mind. You reap what you sow. Do you understand what that means?
[ With only voice on her end, Caster's smile sounds natural. If she had included video, it would have been faintly evident that it was forced. ]
Not right now, no. It's just... [ A beat, as realization lightens her tone. ] Oh, have you not seen those programs that have been showing every evening at midnight?
[ Caster briefly considers telling her that it's nothing. However, she doesn't like to lie when it was utterly unnecessary. ]
Every evening at midnight, there are these...programs, starring one person from the city. Sort of like a doppleganger, except that they're actually the manifested persona of something they keep repressed from the world. Something they don't realize is there or apart of them, until they see it. And even then, it's difficult to accept. But that's the only way these Shadows -- these dopplegangers -- will vanish. By accepting them.
[ A beat. ]
But please don't concern yourself with it, Miss Sabriel. [ A smile returns to her voice. ] These things are usually solved in time, so if you aren't having any problems with it, there's no need to trouble yourself with it.
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Good morning, Sephiroth.
[ With reassurance: ] Yes, this is about a little more than the holidays, but it's nothing urgent. I've been reviewing the older entries of Siren's Port and recording the dates of each arrival. I was searching for a pattern, and there is one, albeit tentatively.
[ There was a brief space of silence as she lowers her gaze to her neatly ordered writing. She unwittingly assumes a more professional tone as she organizes her thoughts into words. ]
This year, there were new arrivals in July, September, and November, but none for August, October, and, as of yet, December. But I've come to notice that if no one has shown up by the third day of the month, there will be no further arrivals for the rest of it. [ She paused once more, realigning her gaze with her NetVice. ]While the city ( ... )
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[ oh hi you... ]
I don't think I can get into the holiday spirit here. Not like I did back home, anyway.
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I know. It is difficult with all that has happened, isn't it?
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How was it like, celebrating Christmas in your home?
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It was what every other family did on our street. We were more into the decorating and Christmas spirit than the actual religious part of it. [ She'd noticed that some people were very religious about Christmas here. ]
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[ A brief pause. ]
You weren't here for October, right? [ Then, with a softer voice: ] For the nightmares that everyone experienced.
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[ A soft, barely audible shuffle of fabric in the audio as Caster pushes back her hood, turning her gaze towards the view outside the window. ]
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And I have a name. The name's Joe. Not boy. Use it.
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And if you expect me to use it, then you have to say it a little more properly. See, we didn't have a chance to introduce ourselves, so how do you expect me to address you correctly? A name is a way for us all to be civilized. [ Encouragingly: ] So, why don't we try this again? Just with a little more finesse.
You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, no?
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I'm not a frog, either. I don't need flies. Or anybody who calls me 'boy'.
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[ Caster gave a soft chuckle. ] Oh, but you really are charming. All right, Joe, have it your way. Though, here's something you should keep in mind. You reap what you sow. Do you understand what that means?
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Not right now, no. It's just... [ A beat, as realization lightens her tone. ] Oh, have you not seen those programs that have been showing every evening at midnight?
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No...What programs are you talking about?
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Every evening at midnight, there are these...programs, starring one person from the city. Sort of like a doppleganger, except that they're actually the manifested persona of something they keep repressed from the world. Something they don't realize is there or apart of them, until they see it. And even then, it's difficult to accept. But that's the only way these Shadows -- these dopplegangers -- will vanish. By accepting them.
[ A beat. ]
But please don't concern yourself with it, Miss Sabriel. [ A smile returns to her voice. ] These things are usually solved in time, so if you aren't having any problems with it, there's no need to trouble yourself with it.
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