[The communicator flips on, and for a moment, all one can hear is a soft tak tak tak of sandals on the ground. It stops soon enough though, the wind whipping about, moaning gently. When the woman speaks, her voice is neutral, keeping emotion from her tone as she speaks. It's a lovely voice, if a little cool, a little distant, accented gently.Hm...
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But the question - as it always was - was this the Konan that he had known? Judging by her words, he doubted it. She would be long since used to captivity, by gods or fae or otherwise.
He approached with this in his mind.]
Ma'am. Can you hear me? I'm speaking to you through the small handheld device you arrived with.
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Yes, I can hear you. Please elaborate on how I have come to be here, and, if you are my captor, why?
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My name is Angeal Hewley. Before we go any further, will you let me know if you have a crown of twigs and berries, or any iron, on or around your person?
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[There's a soft note of disbeleif in her voice before it is quickly pushed aside for that neutral, coolly polite voice once more.]
What village are you from, to end up captured as well...Hewley-san?
[Better to directly speak to someone, though his name is strange to her, unlike any she can recall hearing before. However his question diverts her attention, and there is silence for a few moments before she speaks.]
There is a crown, yes...what manner of thing is this for?
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[Another voice? Male, of indeterminate age. Konan studies the device curiously, waiting patiently to see if her replies once more.]
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[She is curious but not rude, taking her cues from his manner in how to respond.]
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[He sees little point in sugarcoating anything. :(]
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[And she pauses for a moment before speaking once more.]
A name please, if you do not mind..?
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