001. - voice

[temerate]

[ --clicks on to the screech of something inhuman howling its lungs out, and the muffled sounds of someone whose communicator has turned on inside a pocket in the middle of a fight. More screeching, the ring of metal, and several crashing noises until the monster's yowling is cut abruptly short with a horrible wet sound. ]

[ Silence. ]

[ And then, much clearer and so completely calm, some actual speech. ]

Nuadoria. I had not thought to see thee again.

Thou art changed.

Comments

[voice]

[cachaemic.livejournal.com]

[why does he even bother building them up]

-- We aren't here for that.

[voice]

[temerate.livejournal.com]

Of course you feel that way.

[voice]

[cachaemic.livejournal.com]

[he wants to say what he feels, but somewhere between being nervous, frustrated, and confused he finally thinks better of it and cuts the transmission]