voice. un: trazom.

[fordeath]

Name: trazom
Date: deceuer 10th
Format: voice

This storm is miserable. [ and that's that on that. ] But once it clears, expect my wonderful band of artistic misfits and I to be on your doorstep. We'll be caroling — with flair.

In the meantime, a question:

Is there someone you miss from home?

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[fiddlestick]

[He sounds like he has a cold, but there's still some energy to his voice]

Oh wow! I can't wait to hear your caroling Mozart!

As for missing people, I'd say I miss my sister and my other classmates. What about you?

[fordeath]

Ah, sounds as though it got you.

[ at least he seems in good spirits. ]

You have a sister. [ he had one of those, once. the season seems to have afflicted him in a different sort of way. ] And? You know I must ask — is she just as musically gifted as you are?

[ as for him ... he'll wait until he has room to drop the "master" word. ]

[fiddlestick]

Aha, yeah. Just a little under the weather.

[A lie, but he isn't going to go into it]

Older sister, yeah! And I'd say she is, though she's more a pianist than a violinist.

[fordeath]

What a coincidence. My elder sister and I had the inverse dynamic. When we played at the direction of my father, anyway.

[ how long ago that was, now. but as for the question that was returned to him... ]

I thought I had all that I could ask for here, but on occasion I do miss that forthright harmony of my Master. She would do wonders in this world.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, oh really? What a coincidence indeed! Though sounds like that's where it ends - my dad can't do anything music-related to save his life.

[Brilliant man in his own way, but so tone deaf]

Oh, you mean your teacher? [That's how he hears that term being used back home ok] If she taught you, her music must be powerful to hear!

[fordeath]

[ that earns a snort. do they also share a tendency towards merciless criticism, too? ]

Ahahaha, no, no. My father was my teacher.

My Master summoned me. [ he briefly entertains the idea of messing with elliot again. ] From the grave. [ nailed it. ]

[fiddlestick]

[........]


Whaaaaaaaaat?

[fordeath]

Pffft! [ there it is: sputtering laughter to accompany that response. ] You were spared the exposition when you didn't recognize my name upon our first meeting, my friend.

Well, to make things quick: I'm technically something like a familiar. A spirit familiar! Did you have those in your world?

[fiddlestick]

A familiar...?!

W-Witches have familiars, but...they're usually animals? Not musicians.

[fordeath]

—I suppose we are our own breed. [ "musician" instead of "human." that's good. ]

Only the highest kind of magic can summon ancient heroes back to life. You have to be incredibly gifted to do so, and the entire concept is something of a secret.

My Master had help from outside technology, but if anything her performance is even more of a phenomenon than your typical mage's.

[fiddlestick]

[Well you are least are one of a kind Amadeus.]

Whoa....

Yeah, I could see why such a spell would have to stay secret. [That's got some dangerous potential right there]

You sound very fond of your...erm, Master.

[fordeath]

I'm sure you've met a few others. [ he says, hushed, as though that negates the fact that he's telling someone who probably shouldn't know, on a public network. ] But I don't want to risk my neck by naming any.

She's likely the best one could hope for, short of a musical saint! Mages are typically insufferable where I'm from.

[fiddlestick]

Aha... [What a hushed tone. Something tells him keeping things secret is a lot harder with Mozart] Yeah, you don't have to risk your neck. I can respect people's desire for privacy.

That's really high praise from you. Are the rest really that bad?