{Animus}

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[There's the usual static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. After a moment, a low flute tone starts up, continuing as a background melody throughout. For anyone who hears it, it would sound vaguely familiar, from their home world- though played inexpertly, as if they couldn't entirely remember how it was supposed to go.]


too soon, too early

not quickly enough

calm down, take a breath we're still setting up
we'll take it apart
you always do

we can carry it ourselves
is it really necessary

^finally, that's better
wait what's going on

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no
already tried that
but yes

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[A shrug.] I guess it was worth a try. You know her?

Not but yes. That's helping. ...You're gonna make something disappear then?

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we all float along

we're very helpful
maybe

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Who is she, then? Thallo, Tiamat, none of those?

Try the moons. We don't really need those anyway.

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yes you do
they hold the sky up

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[Raven frowns, the voice has changed.] Who are you? Are you Thalatte?

Yeah, right. You have rather approximate notions of astronomy, haven't you?

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approximate
is all we need

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Are you a goddess?

[A smirk.] Sure. You do that so well.

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we know

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Many? What do people usually pray you for, then?

[Raven snorts softly.] And so modest.

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lots of things
doesn't mean they get it
people are selfish

we know that too ♥

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And you aren't? [The voice changed again. It's so frustrating.] Who are you anyway? You're not the one I asked this question to.

Tch.

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some of us
not all of us
but a few

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How many of you are named Thalatte?

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we keep losing our place
the line gets too long

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I see. Not really convenient, huh?

Well thank you for you time.

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[Raven's head jerks up. The voice is back again. And that question?] It doesn't hurt anymore but... it's still there. And I've been wondering... Why?

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[She snorts softly.] Now that's a relief. [She pauses, paling a little although it's not that visible given her normal skin color.] ...How it goes?

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Sorry? [Congratulations. You just lost her here.] You're not talking about the mark anymore, are you?

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possibly

when you're full of thoughts

it's hard to herd them

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Then please do try to focus a bit here. [For Azar's sake. Raven doesn't have the patience for this. Although she's trying hard. But those Animus are just... They start saying something interesting and the next second they don't make sense anymore. It's like trying to talk to a small child whose attention span is less than two minutes in average.]

If there's something I need to know about this burn, then I'd appreciate to hear it.

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oh nothing important

...maybe