Interview with Arathalian
(other transcript-style thing in green spiral notebook - knick-knack box at mum's? - put here)
C: Hello, Arathalian.
A: Oh, Caren Brellview.
C: My aide's just going to sit over there and write today, okay?
A: What's his name?
N: Nall.
A: That's far too short a name for an ironblood.
C: He's Nall Thrissen, Arathalian. Let's begin.
A: You're fairly new, aren't you, Nall Thrissen?
C: He is. Play nice.
A: I wasn't talking to you.
[Omitted: 10 minutes approx. Unable to write while being addressed. Subject matter inconsequential.]
C: He doesn't want to answer that one, Arathalian.
A: Why not?
C: Because it's an extremely loaded question, that's why. Why don't you just let him write?
A: You've grown awfully lazy. And blase. It's my rules in here, remember. - Now, what do you think of the Iron Hold so far, boy?
C: Arathalian ...
N: I don't know.
A: How can you not know what your opinion is?
N: I mean I don't know what you mean.
A: Hell in iron, I can see why people don't ask you what you think too often. Do you like it here?
N: Like it?
C: I'd really like to ask about -
A: I said -be quiet-, Caren Brellview. I'm talking to your lobotomised minion.
N: Sir, I have to concentrate on writing.
A: I'll bet you do. Really, really hard. Do - you - like - it - here?
N: Yes.
A: Why?
N: Because -I- get to go home at the end of the day.
[Omitted: some 5 minutes approx. Caren Brellview attempted to terminate Query. Stalled by subject. Persuaded to return.]
A: This is a strange minion you have.
C: Arathalian, I've already said that unless this conversation takes a turn for the better, we -will- leave.
A: Oh, pish. Don't be such a baby.
N: I don't mind staying, Mr. Brellview.
A: See? Your lobotomised boy isn't scared. I won't squish you.
N: My training material states that no-one has died in this cell for some 89 years.
A: Wow! I didn't realise it was that long. I'm getting close to a centenary, then.
N: Yes.
A: I should start thinking of some way to mark the occasion.
C: Can we please begin?
A: Oh, go ahead.
[Query transcript follows general transcript. Additionally filed under 'South Side Reliquaries'.]
C: Thank you, Arathalian. That was quite informative. Nall, you owe a thank-you as well.
A: For?
C: Not having any bones broken.
A: Oh, you're such a drama queen, Caren Brellview. I don't do that any more.
C: Why do I find that so incredibly hard to believe?
A: Weren't you listening to your sidekick's statistics? I'm a reformed character.
C: Goodbye, Arathalian.
A: As distinct from a Reshaped character, I should stress. They're fairly different things.
C: Aren't they just. Goodbye.
[DISCIPLINARY ACTION REQUESTED - NALL THRISSEN]
C: Hello, Arathalian.
A: Oh, Caren Brellview.
C: My aide's just going to sit over there and write today, okay?
A: What's his name?
N: Nall.
A: That's far too short a name for an ironblood.
C: He's Nall Thrissen, Arathalian. Let's begin.
A: You're fairly new, aren't you, Nall Thrissen?
C: He is. Play nice.
A: I wasn't talking to you.
[Omitted: 10 minutes approx. Unable to write while being addressed. Subject matter inconsequential.]
C: He doesn't want to answer that one, Arathalian.
A: Why not?
C: Because it's an extremely loaded question, that's why. Why don't you just let him write?
A: You've grown awfully lazy. And blase. It's my rules in here, remember. - Now, what do you think of the Iron Hold so far, boy?
C: Arathalian ...
N: I don't know.
A: How can you not know what your opinion is?
N: I mean I don't know what you mean.
A: Hell in iron, I can see why people don't ask you what you think too often. Do you like it here?
N: Like it?
C: I'd really like to ask about -
A: I said -be quiet-, Caren Brellview. I'm talking to your lobotomised minion.
N: Sir, I have to concentrate on writing.
A: I'll bet you do. Really, really hard. Do - you - like - it - here?
N: Yes.
A: Why?
N: Because -I- get to go home at the end of the day.
[Omitted: some 5 minutes approx. Caren Brellview attempted to terminate Query. Stalled by subject. Persuaded to return.]
A: This is a strange minion you have.
C: Arathalian, I've already said that unless this conversation takes a turn for the better, we -will- leave.
A: Oh, pish. Don't be such a baby.
N: I don't mind staying, Mr. Brellview.
A: See? Your lobotomised boy isn't scared. I won't squish you.
N: My training material states that no-one has died in this cell for some 89 years.
A: Wow! I didn't realise it was that long. I'm getting close to a centenary, then.
N: Yes.
A: I should start thinking of some way to mark the occasion.
C: Can we please begin?
A: Oh, go ahead.
[Query transcript follows general transcript. Additionally filed under 'South Side Reliquaries'.]
C: Thank you, Arathalian. That was quite informative. Nall, you owe a thank-you as well.
A: For?
C: Not having any bones broken.
A: Oh, you're such a drama queen, Caren Brellview. I don't do that any more.
C: Why do I find that so incredibly hard to believe?
A: Weren't you listening to your sidekick's statistics? I'm a reformed character.
C: Goodbye, Arathalian.
A: As distinct from a Reshaped character, I should stress. They're fairly different things.
C: Aren't they just. Goodbye.
[DISCIPLINARY ACTION REQUESTED - NALL THRISSEN]