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

[onemoredeath]

I wouldn't say it was a little... I was a host for a time.

[deservinghell]

"Little" can be relative. Sobriety has never come easy for me, but I'd hardly expect my fondness for the drink to be what damns me in the end.

[onemoredeath]

I did have a high tolerance for alcohol.

Ah, well, welcome to Exsilium in the year 3312 on what remains on England.

[deservinghell]

Thank you. For the welcome, at the very least.

[onemoredeath]

You're welcome. Do you have any questions?

[deservinghell]

Too many to count. But perhaps we should start with introductions.

I'm Henry.

[onemoredeath]

Teijirou Takegami in the Western order.

[deservinghell]

I'll keep that in mind. Perhaps we'll have a drink together one of these days.

[onemoredeath]

We might. It seems one of the few past times here.

[deservinghell]

Oh, this place sounds thrilling. But still, I suppose the booze is something.