livor -ix- voice ;

[viliorate]

[Her transmission crackles to life midaction, the sound of a weapon being sheathed as something hits the ground near the communicator with a sickly thud.

There's a pause. Impatient. Irritated.]

Such a mess, this has become.

How... hm, typical. And yet, you all seem to be taking care of yourselves quite well.

Comments

[tridented]

Well, we can't all roll over and die.

[viliorate]

Yes, that would be quite troublesome.

Still, considering the circumstances, you're all to be commended.

[tridented]

By whom?

[viliorate]

I suppose I can do the honors if the Prince and the Magisters are falling short in their congratulatory statements.

My name is Gaea.

[tridented]

Oya, nothing like that.

I've heard much about you.

[viliorate]

Have you, now? I can't imagine they were good things.

[tridented]

It was very informative.

[viliorate]

I see. How vague.

[tridented]

Isn't it impolite to pass on gossip?

[viliorate]

Hm, yes, quite. How rude of me to pry.

[tridented]

No, it's quite understandable.

[viliorate]

So it is.

And how are you enjoying your stay so far in this city?

[tridented]

I recall telling someone I would have to lodge a formal complaint in regards to the decor.

[viliorate]

I see. It does get tiresome to look at after a while.

They assumed I could fix it, then?

[tridented]

You were mentioned in a passing.

[viliorate]

Hm.

...Normally, I can. These circumstances are a bit more complicated, but I'll see what I can do.