voice; un: stranger

[eightfoldfiend]

[A deep, rumbling baritone voice speaks.]

I am here.

Who has summoned me?

(ooc: mentions of blood and violence in comments)

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voice;

[eightfoldfiend]

Is that the voice of the silver she-devil I hear?

Don't blame me for my presence. Blame whatever power brought you to this place...

Perhaps its fumbling hand closed on me while it was seeking a...Champion.

[ofsilverflame]

Hmph. You talk very boldly Yuber. Too boldly I think, for a creature such as you stripped of all his power. Or had you forgotten that fact before you decide to boast into the ether?

I advise you to keep a more civil tongue now that you know someone is here who is well acquainted with your list of atrocities.

[Well, maybe the most recent page. It's a long list.]

[eightfoldfiend]

Tsk.

Have I been uncivil?

[ofsilverflame]

You have never been anything but uncivil, Yuber.

You speak honeyed words only so long as it serves to get you within sword range. Then all pretense is abandoned.

[eightfoldfiend]

I do all that?

Oh, dear, I sound like a true monster. However do I live with myself?

[ofsilverflame]

You're baiting me. I'm not going to play that game, Yuber.

I will be keeping my eye on you. If I need to settle things more decisively than I was able to at the Ritual Site, I will not hesitate to do so.

[eightfoldfiend]

And you say I am the one who speaks sweetly until someone is in range of my sword?

[ofsilverflame]

I wasn't aware I was speaking sweetly, Yuber. This is a warning.

[eightfoldfiend]

Oh? The words sound sweet to me.

Enticing, even.

If I misbehave will you come for me and put me to the blade? Is that a promise?

[ofsilverflame]

[Ah, she sees what he's doing now. Nice try, but she said she wouldn't let him bait her.]

I've said my piece and I have more pressing matters to attend to than your cries for attention.

You will do as you will Yuber, but this place has many defenders and I wager you lost more in the crossing than I did. Consider that.

Good day.