oo2 | voice/action.

[asquiet]

[Nezumi had been mallynapped and that was kind of a dent to his pride. It was better left unknown what happened for his own sake and he'd come back a week ago, pretty banged up. But thanks to his pride, he'd hidden off somewhere. It wasn't anything life-threatening so he really hadn't needed anybody.

But now he's back and he needs to keep busy. He figures he'll read and now he's curious. Talking to people is a pain, but...]

Lucetians, a moment of your time. [He sounds pleasant for once. You catch more flies with honey and all.] What are your classics? By this question, I mean in literature. [Maybe this is too hard a question for some of the people here. Sorry, Luceti, he isn't very impressed with half of you.] Or just tell me a good novel from your world.

Action | Locked to Sion

[Hey honey, I'm home. And he's going to act like he didn't disappear and just make his way to his room. Not saying a single word. He looks fine anyway.]

Comments

[bloodypocket]

Then how about repeating some of those works to me to confirm it?

[asquiet]

Heh? You want me to prove it?

[bloodypocket]

Why not? There isn't much else to do in this village.

[asquiet]

So you want a performance. Ah.

[He's willing.]

When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

I hope you're a fan of Hamlet.

[bloodypocket]

I've read it several times before. You're well practiced in acting it appears.

[asquiet]

I come by it naturally. I'm honored you noticed.

[bloodypocket]

Talent should be recognized when it presents itself, don't you think so?

[asquiet]

It's just not too often people can recognize it.

[bloodypocket]

It could be because they're so blind they cannot. Or too dull.

[asquiet]

As is the majority of people.