voice | un: homeros

[leitstern]

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.

Comments

[corruptedsave]

[Oh one of those types, Chara likes.]

Then I guess you can't complain about it then, huh?

[leitstern]

Of course I can. That is what I am doing right now, you know.

[corruptedsave]

True, but if you don't do anything about it what's the point? Complaining gets you nowhere.

[leitstern]

No, but it annoys my countryman and that pleases me greatly.

[corruptedsave]

Huh... I guess that's a good enough reason to do it.

[leitstern]

Indeed. Nothing like some light-hearted banter to put a spring in one's step, I say.

[corruptedsave]

Gotta take what you can get.

[leitstern]

Precisely so.

Regardless, this conversation has been entertaining, but alas! I must return to bothering the man.

[corruptedsave]

[A hm comes from them at Jasper calling the conversation entertaining.]

Have fun with that then, mister.