twelfth rune; frost; video

[deadelfwalking]

Recently, several of you have made complaints on this network of being attacked by a strange girl. She used needles for weapons, dressed elaborately, and seemed unbalanced in her affect.

I want you to know that the issue has been dealt with.

[He probably should leave it there. That's the most relevant information: the threat is gone. But he's thinking about the way people spoke of Regina, the terms they used. He's thinking about Martin, who may still not return. But even so.

He clenches his jaw, and he's unable to marshal his irritation.]

I also want you to know that what you encountered was not solely a monster. She was a girl, an infected girl, and her name was Regina Darkov. Her younger brother, Martin, was a long time resident of this place. If he returns here, and you speak of your experiences to him, try to show some respect.

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[hobgob]

Someone finally canned that nasty bitch? Finally, some good news.

[ Show some respect? Ahaha. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[RAGE.]

Do not speak of her in such terms.

[hobgob]

Oh, well, y'know, maybe if she hadn't poked me full of holes, I wouldn't, but seeing as she did...! Fuck her. I'm glad she's dead.

[deadelfwalking]

That was not her work. She was infected. She had no control over what she was doing.

[hobgob]

And? Like I care. If she's dead, so's whatever was messing her up, right? So no, I ain't feeling sorry about her dying at all.

[deadelfwalking]

It was a parasite. Blame the creature; do not blame the girl. Such things can happen to anyone.

[hobgob]

And they'd all be better off for being dead, too, if it did.

[deadelfwalking]

Would you say the same for yourself?

[hobgob]

[ Well, that gets a short laugh. ]

Of course I would.

[deadelfwalking]

Truly? You would not want anyone to try finding a cure first? To help you?

[hobgob]

Like anyone would in the first place!

[ She sounds vaguely amused by that, like it's a funny idea. ]

But nah. Where I'm from, any fancy 'cure' someone might come up with wouldn't be worth the cost. You'd be better off dead.

[deadelfwalking]

What makes you so sure? [He shrugs.] Besides, this is not your world anymore.

[hobgob]

Probably my knack for picking up angry torch-bearing mobs wherever I do go.

[ Villagers, man. Villagers. ]

Oh yeah, real different, this world and mine. Both got overbearing freaks and monsters running all over the place, being in charge, destroying whatever they feel like. Yeah, real big differences, I can see 'em all clear as day!

Or would, if there ever was a clear day, but y'know...

[deadelfwalking]

[Squint. This voice doesn't sound otherworldly ... ]

And why would torch-bearing mobs concern themselves with you, stranger?

[hobgob]

[ Only when she makes an effort, elfy. ]

Usually because a nasty piece of work like you told 'em to.

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira wishes he could mask the echoing reverberation in his own voice, but he can't. As a result, the laugh that comes of this remark sounds horrible, guttural, like gravel knocking against a steel tumbler.]

I have seen torches and worse during my second round on this earth. No one takes kindly to the undead -- or listens well to their demands, either.

[hobgob]

Didn't mean undead, though I s'pose that explains the extra ugliness.

[deadelfwalking]

[He stares, deadpan. Troll senses activated.]

I see. You are only speaking in hopes of a reaction. I'm afraid I have no interest in such discussions.

[hobgob]

[ Boo. No fun. ]

Oi, you're the one who got off topic. I'm still glad that psychopath is eating dirt, regardless of anyone's reaction.

[deadelfwalking]

[He snarls, and his head throbs. No. Gotta keep it together.]

Enough.

[HANGS UP.]