[voice] backdated to arrival/ the 1st

[monocle]

[The beautiful sound of silence, an open feed clicking on with nothing to follow.

But then there is a low chuckle. The clearing of a throat.] My, my! Quite the predicament.

I can’t say I’m too thrilled with any aspect of this… arrangement, but it’s been intriguing so far. Explanations have been exceptionally succinct as well, I must admit. All that’s left is to take a moment to dwell on what I’ve learned, soak it all in. Quite a lot for an ordinary man to take in, you must already know.

[…]

Hm... There is one dear, troubling problem.

I just don’t room with anyone like some common vagrant. So these two other ‘Transports’ assigned to share unit 1409 best vacate the premises and find other lodgings for the time being. Certainly you understand, no?

It’s not negotiable, I’m afraid.

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[phaseshifts]

[He sounds much more like his usual darkhearted self via the network. He takes pains to appear that way on the communicators now, what with Allen and Lenalee making his life more difficult.]

You could try making friends. [A joke. He pities whoever got stuffed in with Cyril.

Sort of.]

[monocle]

What's that? You're inviting me to stay with you?

How kind!

[phaseshifts]

How did you construct an invitation from a single word in there?

[monocle]

I'm capable of seeing straight into the kindness of your heart.

Surely you wouldn't leave me out in the cold. Or the company of strangers.

[phaseshifts]

You're the sweet-talker, aren't you? Charm them.

[monocle]

I don't want to catch anything.

Which I'm aware is still an issue should I board with you, but at least I can assume the places you've been.

[phaseshifts]

Maybe I don't want to share a room with someone who's so mean to me.

[monocle]

What are you talking about? I love you, dear brother!

The washed, sweet smelling and clean shaved you. I could live my life linked arm to arm with you in such a state and kiss you right on the mouth! My love knows no bounds, you know this!

[...] Unbathed the only exception.

[phaseshifts]

[Eugh okay Cyril stahp]

Maybe that's why I don't wash, did you ever think of that?

not actually here

[payback]

[S-S-SCREAM. Hearing that oily, polished voice takes her back and not in a good way. The idea that someone awful from the past could always appear quite easily was one Rin knew but a long relief from the actual experience of that put her at ease. Deception, of course. She listens to the recording twice and goes on without responding.

Boy her heart rate should not be spiking just at this but it is.]

[onemoredeath]

That isn't how this works.

[monocle]

Oh, but it is.

It just can't be any other way, I'm afraid.

[onemoredeath]

I'm afraid that you have little idea of what this place is like. It doesn't matter who you are or what you are use to before you came here. They gave you a room that is far better than any other place that you can find in this city. The only concession is that you live with someone else. If you do not like it, then you can seek one of the many abandoned buildings and restore it to whatever you desire.

[monocle]

Oh, but you see there will be an exception to this. I won't be boarding with anyone, I can assure you-- regardless of these supposedly enforced 'rules', however cute and well intentioned they are.

It is just not going to happen.

[onemoredeath]

Who said they are rules? There is simply no room for people to hog space because of their supposed superiority. If gods have to share a room, so shall you.

[monocle]

Supposingly ungoverned by rules then, why would I ever share space?

If Gods are so gullible to not claim what's rightfully theirs, that's their problem.

[onemoredeath]

Maybe because you did not request that they give you a single room, or did you just assume that they would not do so? Having someone to share also cuts down on your cost and gives you access to a better cut of food, but if you wish to live that way, it is your choice.

As for gods, I do not question their thoughts since I much prefer my hands to remain hands.

[monocle]

Gods don't scare me. [Humm.]

As for requests, I was never asked to be brought here and to be forced into such lodgings is quite an offense to a man of my standing. Should they seek my help they ought to have estimated my demands beforehand. But alas, rather than raise a true fuss I'm being quite the gentleman. I've alerted the other... roomers to my unit that they ought to find somewhere else to sleep. I could do much worse, I assure you.

It's very polite, if you're asking me. Rather than have them come to a locked door!

[voice]

[boundbyheart]

What are you, some kind of lord? You'll die like the rest of us, so suck it up or find some other place. Like in your grave.

[Not actually his roommate, but god damn, she hates these kind of people.]

[monocle]

[Feisty.]

Forced into a situation among common men or not, there will indeed be great differences between people of standing and the lower class, my dear. That's just not something that we can pretend ceases to exist. As much as you might wish.

[boundbyheart]

Don't call me 'dear'. I don't like you. And the only difference I've ever seen is the lords die shaking, while the villagers at least put up a fight.

[She rolls her eyes. What a douche.]

[monocle]

Oh, you've got quite the grasp on things, don't you.

I take it you must be one of the dingy little villagers in this equation.

voice;

[debtor]

[Although Allen can see Cyril's name next to his entry on the network, it's unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, depending on your point of view) that "Kamelot" is an unfamiliar surname. So Allen might have simply skipped over this post and thought nothing else of it,

if it weren't for Tyki's reply.

Because what is this. What is this! Allen's been stalking Tyki over the network for months now, but this is a first. Somebody Tyki knows? From home? A friend- no, his brother?

...Although he stops listening in once he feels he's heard enough, or he might lose his appetite completely. This Kamelot guy makes Komui sound restrained. (Poor Tyki.)

Of course he has to find out more for himself. Time for a little reconnaissance; so after a moment of deliberation, he switches to voice, trying to sound casual and not at all interested in Cyril's relationship to Tyki Mikk,]

If you strongly object to roommates, you could find a place to stay in the city.

[Although any attempt at sly indirection is for naught anyway, since it says "Allen Walker" right next to his own reply.]

voice;

[monocle]

[The filthy little rat himself speaks up, finally.

But Cyril's voice betrays none of the inner malice that gives a good boil, and instead continues on as if Allen's but another stranger to his ears.] I suppose that'll be an avenue to pursue, should my darling brother's abode be in an unbearable disarray.

What's a man to do for a little touch of home around here?

voice;

[debtor]

[Keeping his tone light,]

Having your brother here with you... to me, that sounds like a touch of home.

You couldn't persuade him to clean?