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]

A very old one.

Who, then, am I asking?

[fe_male]

Up to you? I'm hardly going to direct you to someone who's going to explain why I should be here.

[deservinghell]

Then it appears I'm left asking you, doesn't it?

[fe_male]

In which case I would heartily say that no, I don't. What'd you do?

[deservinghell]

Good enough.

But perhaps it's best if I kept that information to myself. I don't need to go offending anyone out of the gate.

[fe_male]

I think you probably lost that when you introduced yourself as captain of the HMS So-What-Are-You-In-For.

[deservinghell]

A gamble that may yet pay off. But I'm not quite ready to throw the dice down again.

[fe_male]

Well, you know, hey, good luck, best wishes, all four bunny feet and stuff.

[deservinghell]

Ha. At this point, I'll take all the luck I can get.

[fe_male]

If you're mystical, there's a bunch of wizards and shit, apparently. They like pie, if you ever want to go chat. Maybe some luck.