A Phone Call Is Made

[velesdonnersen]

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.

 

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...."]

 

Comments

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I will be diplomatic. [Among Luna Wolves, diplomatic means not punching your host in the face.]

I happen to know several women here who manage to complicate my life significantly, despite the nature of my own existence. I find there is a great compensation in the pleasure I derive from being around them, though. To have someone to mentor and protect is important, and to try to solve someone's intriguing mysteries is also... enjoyable.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Admiration at the perception diplayed!]

Yes! [Chuckles] Though I must confess, I seem to land in more trouble, between the protecting and the mysteries.

[Wistful.]
I wish... I wish I knew where I stand with Agatha, thanks to Mayfield. So far the general impression I get is that I shouldn't expect to see her again -- and to hope for her sake I never do.

It's difficult to know what love and honor require, under the circumstances.

[Slightly shocky, as an entire lost life is suddenly reckoned with.]

It's all gone, isn't it? Barring people like the Baron? There's nothing left from my real life, and not much chance of return...

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

No, you can regain it in time. And eventually, we will fight our way free. You have my oath on that.

[he considers the question of love and honor and says.] I can only speak of love and honor in the sense of devotion between brothers, but this is what I will say: Endure and wait in her name. Never give up hope, even when it is all you have to cling to. If you give in to despair, this town has won.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Considers quietly.]

I -- will hope for that, at least for all of the rest of you.

I must admit, as divided as my heart is, part of me welcomes this change. I've never been free, before.

It's not easy being born to a role that's probably beyond you, and tied beyond escape to allies you'd rather avoid at all costs, with no clear route out but "through." Especially when "through" might mean through Klaus Wulfenbach.

As odd as it may sound, Captain, the past two days are the first time I've ever known what it was to be free of an extremely weighty "destiny." I'm afraid I could learn to love the feeling.

I -- I miss them. Friends. People I love.

But, red-fire and hail, I don't miss the destiny. It's amazing to be in a place where that simply doesn't matter.