Voice

[deservinghell]

[Having determined the netbook is capable of a video feed, Henry makes certain to broadcast only his voice when he reaches out to the network; given the effect his condition has on reflections and even digital images, presenting an empty backdrop for no apparent reason is not the way he'd like to initiate first impressions. With the channel open, there's the clearing of a throat, then:]

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. I suppose it's about time fate doomed me to fight another man's war, eh? The Devil knows I've been asking for it. But it begs the question... What did the lot of you do to deserve it?

[The accent is unmistakably English, though a sharp ear might infer he hasn't been among Englishmen for some time.]

Comments

[deservinghell]

Maybe we don't. But if we were chosen for a reason, I'd like to learn it. Asking seemed an appropriate way to start.

[birdhousesoul]

I'm afraid there's been no discernible pattern thus far. They seem to want skilled people for their army, logically enough, except they've also ended up with some unsuited for combat, and some who are children. Complicating matters, some of the children don't think they're unsuited for combat.

Do you have any sort of talent or specialty that might set you apart? Anything that might occasion their interest?

[deservinghell]

[There's a short pause before he answers, reluctantly.]

One or two things. I hope they're not the reason I'm here. [Punishment is one thing. But Henry will not have his condition exploited as a weapon.]