Jasper (
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People of Avalon, I approach you with a conundrum.
[Five seconds pass until he remembers what he wants to say. Ten seconds elapse before he remembers how to talk. He leans backwards and stares at the ceiling. The drag on his voice feels like a lump in his throat, forcing him to squeeze out word after word.]
My compatriot and I have reached an impasse and it is my avowed hope you can break the deadlock. He is... refuting the evident need for a new byname for the network. I maintain his favoured sobriquet is suitable only to be laughed at.
[A breather. He loosens his tie and begins counting. Eight seconds, no more.]
I want you to advise him to cease being stubborn and listen to his old friend. It would be for his own good.
[The mic is left running as he stands up and stumbles offscreen. His words continue dragging on at a crawl.]
Obsidian36 is truly undignified and improper, Hendrik. Believe me, nobody would suspect you of being a horse.
[Five seconds pass until he remembers what he wants to say. Ten seconds elapse before he remembers how to talk. He leans backwards and stares at the ceiling. The drag on his voice feels like a lump in his throat, forcing him to squeeze out word after word.]
My compatriot and I have reached an impasse and it is my avowed hope you can break the deadlock. He is... refuting the evident need for a new byname for the network. I maintain his favoured sobriquet is suitable only to be laughed at.
[A breather. He loosens his tie and begins counting. Eight seconds, no more.]
I want you to advise him to cease being stubborn and listen to his old friend. It would be for his own good.
[The mic is left running as he stands up and stumbles offscreen. His words continue dragging on at a crawl.]
Obsidian36 is truly undignified and improper, Hendrik. Believe me, nobody would suspect you of being a horse.
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But why did he add the number?
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[He frowns a little in the haze.]
Our dear Hendrik is not a creative man, you see.
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Hmm...
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[Unyielding? Uncompromising? His mind becomes stuck on what to say.
Whatever. He idly waves his hand, too self-satisfied to care.]
You know. Cold as a rock, I would say.
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Well, when you put yours so bluntly.
[It's not a compliment.]
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[Who seems totally uncool, by the way!]
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Good grief, man! Could you be any more pathetic?