[The communicator's screen comes to life on purpose, for once it seems. Duibhín can be seen at the table, brushing out his hair carefully. One stroke, two, probably all the way to a hundred, if his normal vanity says anything. He's quiet, his attention elsewhere, eerily reminiscent of a night when he was kidnapped, but thankfully with the daylight
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Thereth brought you news from home, huh? [He thinks about this - damn, trying to make sense in this place is like a bad drug he keeps trying to take a hit from.] I was thinking that if we get out of here, we'd somehow get dropped back in at the moment we were taken. Maybe that was giving the 'Fair Folk' too much credit, time's still marching on where we come from.
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Oh, er... I'm Trash by the way in case we haven't spoken. I'm pretty forgetful.
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[What's wrong with the old one?]
You lived in the sewers? Why?
[He pauses for a moment, attempting to recall Trash before shaking his head.]
No. We have not met, you likely were the one who arrived ah-
Ah...the night I was abducted.
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So yeah, not a very cheerful story right? Neither is you being abducted! Not at all... Who was that guy anyway? Some enemy of yours? Or one of the faeries they keep talking about?
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[HE's trying, and what he does see horrifies him D:.]
He was...he was some sort of knight...or prince. I can only imagine he was some sort of Faerie like the others, only far more powerful.
[He was tall, dark, and hunky, if not for the whole wanting-to-make-the-elf-dead thing.]
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