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

[itase]

I don't think there's anyone to ask about that. Even if someone figured it out? I'm guessing they're long gone.

[deservinghell]

Right. The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns...though it would certainly be a shame if death is the only way out.

[itase]

You're sure you're not just from drama club, H?

[deservinghell]

Maybe I am. It's hard to be sure of anything when you can't keep your feet in one...reality, universe...whatever you'd like to call it.

[itase]

Oh, sure. Go with the tall dark and mysterious routine. It's-

Well. Really effective, actually. Good call.

[deservinghell]

I've had a bit of practice at it.

[itase]

And how do you feel it's worked out for you. Life choices wise.

[deservinghell]

I think your approval warrants calling it a victory.

[itase]

Okay, I'll give this place this one: it knows how to pick the smooth operators.

[deservinghell]

As well as the more charming political science students, it seems.

[itase]

Oh, I've got the corner on that market. You're the one with competition.

[deservinghell]

I'm not worried.

[itase]

I'll just be over here, keeping score and ranking.

[deservinghell]

Good. Then I await your verdict.