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velesdonnersen) wrote2011-04-12 11:02 pm
velesdonnersen) wrote2011-04-12 11:02 pm
A Phone Call Is Made
Open Phone Call
[He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]
Hello? Hello?
Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?
The clothes are strange, the houses filled with ugly furniture, the locals all seem to be Muses... slow, dull Muses. I can't remember how I got here, and I have no idea what this is all about.
[He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]
Hello? Hello?
Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?
The clothes are strange, the houses filled with ugly furniture, the locals all seem to be Muses... slow, dull Muses. I can't remember how I got here, and I have no idea what this is all about.
My "wife" says we have a car, but every time I try to figure it out I get a headache...and my spark seems to be gone. Which is... disturbing.
I'm Tarvek. Tarvek Sturmvoraus. "Prince," if it matters to anyone.
And I'd really like a few answers.
[Anyone listening can hear him grumbling and muttering under his breath, huffing, "I feel like such an idiot talking into this thing...."]
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[He wants to take it apart, but when he tries his head hurts...]
[He mopes, silently...but appreciates the advice, regardless.]
I'll... work on that, Airman. Thank you.
It's good to know we're the primary users. And I've been told there are limited ways of blocking people from listening... I suspect I'll learn.
I'm afraid I'll have to....
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...Erm. If you don't mind me askin'. Somethin' happen to Miss Zeetha?
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[Calm, professional voice: the voice you hear from a good doctor or an experienced officer who is delivering news that's serious but far from catastrophic.]
I'm not sure at what point your memories start to match mine, Airman. In my memories you and the Princess, along with the minions -- Moloch Von Zinzer and Frau Snaug -- had separated from Lady Heterodyne's party after the cure and resolution of the Hogfarb's difficulties, and after we had discovered the Lady Lucrezia's hidden lair deep in the basements of Castle Heterodyne.
We reunited during an in-progress confrontation with Zola Malfeasium, that Pink b*-- ....er, um...that vile villainess representing one of my less favored family "alliances." Her intention was to kill Lady Heterodyne, and take me captive as her figurehead -- and, possibly, she hoped to also attach Gil. To accomplish that she drugged herself. Extremely. The combination of drugs and extreme martial arts training made her close to unstoppable: enough so that you yourself were unable to control her.
In the fight Princess Zeetha received a gut-wound. I retreated with Lady Agatha; Violetta remained with you and Princess Zeetha. Ultimately Zola escaped to pursue Agatha and me. Violetta provided medical aid: while she's not a superb front-lines Smoke Knight, she's a very skilled medic.
In the aftermath you requested permission from both Lady Agatha and Herr Wulfenbach to retreat to Mamma Gkika's to ensure Princess Zeetha received further medical attention. My sense, however, was that you had no great doubts of the chances of the two of you making it to Mamma Gkika's safely, nor any great concern that Mamma Gkika would be unable to cope with your Amazon's injuries. My own sense is that you considered the wounds serious enough to warrant more than a field dressing and care by a group of sparks in the middle of a "campaign," but at the same time you didn't seem convinced that the situation was a disaster.
In short, she was injured, and in my timeline is probably now enduring bed-rest, attended by you, and under the good Jagerfrau's tender care -- but unless something occurred on your retreat that I have not learned of, she's probably recovering well by now. I wish I could tell you more, but that's the limit of my knowledge prior to the time I was, er, obtained by Mayfield.
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Zeetha's okay. That's good. She'll probably be okay. That's good too. But he won't know for sure unless he goes back, and he doesn't know how and doesn't know when that'll happen. So he'll have to trust your word on this, Tarvek. And worry a bit. And wonder why he likes this girl after knowing her for about a day wow what is he doing with himself. (You've got him all riled up like this! Great job, boy.)
And yet...he's honestly pretty sure he'd react a bit more than you think if that happened. You didn't see him angry, Tarvek. You wouldn't know.
In other words: that
PINK BITCHimpostor. ]...Alright, Sir. Erm. Thanks.
[ beat ]
'Nd she's not my Miss Zeetha, Sir.
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Your words say one thing, your actions another, Airman. I find I like the man of action best -- if it matters.
And you're welcome. I wish I could reassure you as much as you reassured me, regarding Agatha and Gil. But I do think she'll be well.
[It's probably a pity you didn't call Zola That Bad Name outloud. Or even the less bad name. You'd find a solid opening for the beginning of a beautiful friendship on that shared loathing alone...]
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He is also not going to stop blushing wow sir ] I...she's not...[ SIGH ]
Not a problem, sir.
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[Tarvek also...kind of hopes they can stay in contact. It's good to have someone from home. Especially someone he's not automatically convinced wants to kill him on general principle.]
Um. Again, I'm at 1126 Taylor Street. I've -- I've found another new person here to help me with learning to drive, maybe. But I'll need to practice more. I've you have learned how to drive, I wouldn't mind someone else to keep an eye on me while I practice.
I'd offer help in return, but I'm afraid I don't yet know if I have any real skills to offer, here.
[And you can probably hear that he finds that simply demoralizing. A Spark with no skills or talent to offer? He feels like the useless aristo brat so many people always assumed he was...]
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Ah! Well, then. Maybe if you need a ride I'll be able to provide one, soon!
In any case...
Um.
It's good to hear your voice.
Stay in touch?
[He doesn't know how to end phone conversations, and secretly doesn't want to anyway. It IS good to hear the Airman's voice, and with his suspicions about the Airman's Sekrit Identity it's also a comfort.]
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