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exsilium2013-06-05 02:15 pm
diplomatique) wrote in exsilium2013-06-05 02:15 pm
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♙ quatre. (audio+telepathy; backdated to the 4th)
It does so seem that Edward's efforts are proving to be remarkably adept at picking up thought.
[ larsa's voice might seem scratchy to some--weary to others, like he's spent more than a day awake. as larsa starts to fall ill and show signs of sickness, the more he's tried to circumvent, to no avail. countless experiments have kept him up, trying to adjust the dosage and herbs he's used, but they only treat symptoms. he waits for a moment, then pipes up again. ]
Perhaps to a more potent degree than any of us could have imagined. I suppose a word to exercise caution for those who are testing may be worthwhile. Nevertheless--
[ his voice becomes garbled and drowned out by an exchange between a deeper voice and his own, distant and far away. ]
Observe well, Larsa. Watch and mark you the suffering of one who must rule, yet lacks the power.
No. No, Brother. I will not. Though I lack your power, I will still persist.
Bold words, child.
--I would prefer to inquire as to something that has been bothering my person as of late. Whilst Archadia is hardly an empire without illness, it seems--
[ his voice fades again, but it is replaced by his own, much stronger and able, and then, another exchange without larsa's voice. ]
Attention. This is Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. My brother Vayne has died with honor in battle. The Imperial Fleet is now under my command!
--I have seen others--
Basch, look after Larsa, will you? If House Solidor should crumble, the Empire would fall, and civil war would take us all.
I understand.
Lord Larsa is our last hope.
--should others be aware of this situation or be among the few who have a skillset in healing, I would be glad to discuss this.
Thank you, for your time.
[ larsa's voice might seem scratchy to some--weary to others, like he's spent more than a day awake. as larsa starts to fall ill and show signs of sickness, the more he's tried to circumvent, to no avail. countless experiments have kept him up, trying to adjust the dosage and herbs he's used, but they only treat symptoms. he waits for a moment, then pipes up again. ]
Perhaps to a more potent degree than any of us could have imagined. I suppose a word to exercise caution for those who are testing may be worthwhile. Nevertheless--
[ his voice becomes garbled and drowned out by an exchange between a deeper voice and his own, distant and far away. ]
Observe well, Larsa. Watch and mark you the suffering of one who must rule, yet lacks the power.
No. No, Brother. I will not. Though I lack your power, I will still persist.
Bold words, child.
--I would prefer to inquire as to something that has been bothering my person as of late. Whilst Archadia is hardly an empire without illness, it seems--
[ his voice fades again, but it is replaced by his own, much stronger and able, and then, another exchange without larsa's voice. ]
Attention. This is Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. My brother Vayne has died with honor in battle. The Imperial Fleet is now under my command!
--I have seen others--
Basch, look after Larsa, will you? If House Solidor should crumble, the Empire would fall, and civil war would take us all.
I understand.
Lord Larsa is our last hope.
--should others be aware of this situation or be among the few who have a skillset in healing, I would be glad to discuss this.
Thank you, for your time.