pantyraid: (lxiii.)
trucy wright. ([personal profile] pantyraid) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2012-08-09 02:15 am

ace ♦ video

Ooh, I think I got it to work!  The little light's blinking. That's like the universal sign for 'working', isn't it? [ the young girl, clad in a quite.. quirky outfit peers at the camera on the device quizzically. ] That means I'm being recorded, right? Well, a magician has to keep up appearances, so! Hello, Citizens of Exsilium! My name's Trucy Wright, Ace Magician! Maybe you've heard of me! Or maybe you've heard of daddy, that usually seems to be the case. [ she bounces on her heels a bit. ] I don't really know what's going on, but while I'm stuck here, let's have some fun, okay?

Let's start with an icebreaker! [ Trucy holds up a deck of redbacked playing cards. She then spreads all 52 out in her hand. ] Pick a card, any card!
allsongs: (for you)

video

[personal profile] allsongs 2012-08-10 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
[what a relief! little girl, you're the first voice Simmaeri's heard on this network in days, what with everyone else unconscious and gurgling in their crazy memory tours.

she smiles, wearing an expression mixed with hope and doubt. she doesn't have enough words yet, but maybe spells with pass through the machine like they did last time. hopefully.]


Hello.
allsongs: (ever-attentive)

[personal profile] allsongs 2012-08-11 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
[she squints a little, mouth pursed. "name" is...

yes, she knows that one now. her head dips a little.]
Simmaeri.
allsongs: (taken in stride)

[personal profile] allsongs 2012-08-11 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[she watches as intently as she listens, mouth quirking on one side. the cordial, bright tone...charming youth. it easily distracts her from the problem at-hand, because come on. new voices? more words? that's what she wants anyway.]

Unique name. [a note of inquiry in her voice. name, she's almost sure of, given the reception, but...]
allsongs: (nothing new)

[personal profile] allsongs 2012-08-14 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[unique name remains a mystery, but Simmaeri is unfazed, content to listen and consider the next inquiring tone. there's a lapse as she considers the sounds, finding only a few places to fit what little she knows of the language. hm...

she shakes her head a little, smiling as she leans toward the screen.]
You. [her eyebrows lift a little, inviting.] Are?