Voice | UN: IGNIS

[soupreme]

[A gentle clearing of the throat, and a man speaks in a clipped, poshly accented voice. Every word perfectly enunciated.]

To all fellow unwitting tourists,

What is the singular fact about this city and/or our presumed hosts you wish someone had told you upon your arrival?

Much obliged.

Comments

[limbical]

Depends on the occasion and the cigar. But we all have our vices.

Oh yeah. There's another coffee fan here. Chesed. Try reaching out to him sometime, I'm sure he'd be happy to share his brews with you.

[soupreme]

Hm. You may have a point. My first and last cigar was at sixteen. Perhaps my tastebuds have changed. I may try again, should the right cigar and occasion arise.

That's good to know. I am rather picky. There is a particular brand from back home I've been loyal to for some time, but any coffee will do in a pinch. Have you seen 'Ebony' on the shelves of the supermarket here?

[limbical]

Terrible age for it. You should save it for a celebratory occasion, that's my suggestion.

I'm afraid I haven't noticed any specific brands, personally. Maybe if you describe what you like about it, Chesed can help. I don't have a refined taste for coffee like the two of you, apparently.

[soupreme]

I can think of one such celebration to look forward to. Back home, that is.

Thank you for the recommendation. I will definitely contact them at some point. Worrying about coffee right now seems silly in the scheme of things.

To be quite honest, I don't know how I feel. I believe I might be dreaming.

[limbical]

Then may you celebrate when you return home, assuming that's where you wish to be.

Eh, I think it's important to have a sense of normalcy in the face of all this weird shit. If it means getting a nice cup of a coffee, then so be it.

Either way, I don't really blame you. It's an adjustment for everyone.

[soupreme]

It is. I've made a promise to someone I swore to keep. My world may be broken, but it's still my home.

A sense of normalcy... I haven't had that in some time.

You seem particularly well-adjusted to this environment. I can only hope I follow suit.

[limbical]

A promise, huh. Well... guess you'd better be a man of your word.

Hmm, I've been here over five months, and I'm regrettably used to dealing with some weird shit. I have a slight advantage over a lot of other people like that.

[soupreme]

I strive to be.

Almost half a year? Bloody hell.

[limbical]

I couldn't have said it better myself.

...It's fine, though. Honestly, I'm probably one of the few who isn't that eager to get back to my world anyway. Not that this place is exactly a holiday, but you take what you can get.

[soupreme]

If it weren't for the people waiting for me back home, for my promise, and duty...

I would stay for the light alone.

[limbical]

...Sounds grim. But...

You know, if nothing else, at least there are people waiting for you. For what it's worth.

[soupreme]

One of those people is here.

I don't know whether to be angry or relieved.

[limbical]

...Ah. I'm sorry.

Someone from my world was here for awhile. Then he wasn't. Disappeared, like whoever lived here before.

...So. Do your best to keep an eye on him.

[soupreme]

Easier said than done, I'm afraid. My eyes aren't what they used to be.

Regardless, I won't allow anything to happen to him. Our 'hosts' will have to go through me.

[limbical]

Total blindness, or partial loss of sight? Just curious, as a doctor.

Understandable, of course.

[soupreme]

Near complete loss.

I can detect light, but do not 'see' it in the traditional sense of the word.

[limbical]

Noted. Will you require any accommodations that I should look into?

[soupreme]

Accommodations? No thank-you.

I don't want to lose my edge.

[limbical]

Hm. Reliant on your senses, I take it.

Well. Do let me know if that changes.