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[psychoticracer]

[The voice is young, accented with faux British, and positively rings with arrogance.]

Where am I?! This isn't my room - Nan, are you there?

No, she wouldn't be, she works off days, so -

...

If I've been kidnapped for ransom, you're going to be disappointed. Idiots.

And if this is Flin pulling a joke - you're going to regret it. Doesn't

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[nantokanare]

I didn't know it was possible for you to get smaller, Mr. Erol.

[psychoticracer]

[Who the hell is this and why is he calling him "mister?" Not even the servants do that.]

People underestimate me.

Who the hell are you?

[nantokanare]

Akagi.

Be careful with your knives. You'd be mad at yourself if you lost them.

[psychoticracer]

I'm not going to lose them.

[If ever an 11-year-old managed a tone dripping with contempt, this would be it.]

Shouldn't you be more worried about me hurting someone, old geezer?

[shadesofeco]

[You sound angry. That's kind of scary.]

[psychoticracer]

... What.

[shadesofeco]

[There's a very small, very meek whimper.]

[psychoticracer]

Tsk. Are you mute or something??

[oblique_wisdom]

[No. Way.

No.
Freaking.
Way.

Zelda's already had to deal with Baby Mar. Little Erol too?]

......
And here I thought you might be a little more endearing...

[psychoticracer]

A little more what?

[You have insulted his pre-teen sensibilities which demand he be taken with deadly seriousness at all times.]

[oblique_wisdom]

...Endearing. You do not know what that means?

[Zelda can't take any of this seriously.]

[psychoticracer]

Of course I know what it means! And I'm glad I'm not it, so - so there!

[No, he doesn't know what it means, not really. But the word "Dear" is in it, so he's guessing it's demeaning.

Just as well, really, because chances are he won't remember this.]

[meinxxherz]

Is...is your name Erol?

[HOLY GOD.

Herz. Is gonna fuck with you now.]

[psychoticracer]

[Why does this guy know his name.]

Yes... What's it to you?

[meinxxherz]

[Oh. Fuck. Yes.

Herz forces his most evil cackle; it really sucks but he doesn't actually notice.]

Oh, nothing.

You're just in...like...the worst possible place you could be.

You're in a nightmare! You're in your worst nightmare!

You're never getting home and no one likes you and--and you can't do anything you like to do! You're in prison and if you do just one little thing wrong, a big scary man will break all of your bones!

So--so it seriously sucks to be you, Erol! But I just think it's funny!

[More really forced laughter.

It's sad how much of this is accurate.]

[psychoticracer]

...

You're not very good at lying.

[Erol might be little, but he's not stupid or gullible. This kid has been hanging out in street gangs since he was about 8.

And yeah, that is a pretty accurate description of Elegante. o_O]

[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

[Hey, it's someone who sounds about her age! He's not speaking French or Swedish, but that's not about to bother Chrissie. She wants friends in this big, scary place!]

Hello! What's your name?

[Audio//Common] O hi

[psychoticracer]

I... don't understand you.

[Text]

[chorusangel]

[And Chrissie doesn't understand Erol, either, so she has no idea what he said. What he's speaking sounds a bit like a language she's only heard a few times before - Anglais? - but Chrissie knows nothing of it. She's about to give up and maybe talk to the girl who said she knew her, when she remembers writing things to whoever it was that said she sang well. Eh, it's worth a shot.]

Hello! Can you read this?

[Text]

[psychoticracer]

[Hey, it's text. Why is it in Precurian if she can't speak it? Weird.]

Yes I can
Who are you?