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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Voice

[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?

voice

[textsfromhotland]

It's SO cold! How can anyone stand this?

[tfw when you're a reptile]

I guess I really miss my g-girlfriend. I wish I could tell her where I am, at least!

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[battlebound]

[ A certain, petite blonde pops into mind immediately, if he's honest, but— ]

No. They are fulfilling our duty back home. I don't want to see them here.

[ What he misses is Tierra, all of it. The logic and rules he knew.

But he knows it's impossible for him to simply return there, so he won't miss it. He will look ahead to what he can do here, as he always has. ]

voice;

[lonewanderer]

...you know. I'm not sure.

[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]

How nice. Ahahaha, could she be better suited to the cold than you are?

[fordeath]

[ yuck. amadeus is allergic to the word duty, except in very specific contexts — but he's trying to be serious here. ]

Wanting to return home to them counts as missing them, I'd wager.

[fordeath]

[ family, is his first guess, because he's been there. ]

Ahahaha, looks like I've spurred a thought. Surprised how well you're doing on your own, perhaps?

un: avenger.

[ressusciter]

What an invasive question. I suppose there never will be an end to your sticking your nose in matters you shouldn't.

voice forever

[fordeath]

I'll take you down as a yes, then.

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[ressusciter]

Your ill manners continue. There is none that I miss, for I am a solitary creature through and through. Make none of your assumptions.

[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.

[fordeath]

[ avengers would be borderline comical if their angst weren't so blisteringly real. ]

On the contrary, I'm merely chasing the striped-tail of hints you're dragging behind you. You didn't have to reply, after all.

If you have something to say, consider me your confessor. [ he's very trustworthy. ]

[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!

[lonewanderer]

No. That was before I came here.

[ She sighs. ]

It's more... most of the people I care about back home are dead? And the rest... I like them, but do I miss them?

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[rightfoot]

[ So, there's no hint at tone in this. ]

I have to say, I'd be interested in experiencing the carols.

And, there's people I miss from home. Just a few friends of mine. I don't know if I want them to show up, though. They're troublemakers.

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[loadme]

Not really!

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[whydogs]

My boss, and a couple of friends.

[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. ]

[fordeath]

Would you return home to them?

[ a different commitment than saying you miss a person, he figures. ]

[fiddlestick]

[........]


Whaaaaaaaaat?

voice.

[fordeath]

I'm overjoyed to hear it! What district, if I may ask? We'll be sure to stop by twice! [ an exaggeration, but you know. ]

You know, I think they'd fit right in, then.

voice.

[fordeath]

I see. That must be liberating. [ well, there are all types, but ... ]

Not even a little?

[loadme]

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about them every now and again.

But I think it'd be best for everyone involved if we never saw each other again.