[voice filter again//as Twenty Faces//in the wee hours of the morning]

[grand_theft_moe]

Greetings fellow captives. For those of you who haven't met me, I am Twenty Faces. I am a thief, responsible for heists at the Department Store, Hardware Store, and the entirety of the mayor's statue

Comments

[adropofjupiter]

[In a very sleepy, grumpy voice...]

The hell you calling so early? People are sleeping.

[grand_theft_moe]

My apologies. It is much easier to conceal myself at this hour.

[adropofjupiter]

It's a damn phone. People can't see who's talking on it.

...'sides, since when do thieves gloat over the stuff they stole? I don't.

[grand_theft_moe]

But phone lines can be traced and one can be identified by the phone one uses. Besides, if you saw someone using voice concealing devices at a public phonebooth you'd be suspicious, wouldn't you?

Where I am from, bragging has been a part of the profession for a long time. The best thieves name their previous heists and their next ones.

[cruelmiracle]

You are someone who is awake at this hour. You are someone who found a unique solution to not revealing your secrets even though, judging by your choice of words, you were effected. Your sense of morality seems fairly black and white, for a thief.

It might be of interest to find you, but maybe not.

[grand_theft_moe]

I am one of you. With intelligence and sensitivity to changing conditions, most of the attempts Mayfield makes to torture us can be avoided.

Ah but could you if you wanted to?

[cruelmiracle]

I have not yet had any particular torment here. The game is entertaining for the moment.

Inevitably.