Network Noise [CLOSED]

[djinnigenie]

[The feed kicks in with an accidental activation. Shuffling, loud, brushing noises herald a loud, muffled, angry, female voice.]

MORRIGAN! Where in the Maker's name am I? WHAT DID YOU DO?

[Slam! Rattle! Distortion. The louder words echo a bit in the cavernous space.]

WHERE AM I?

[Heavy breathing.]

You said I would live, but you didn't mention *this* - can you hear me?

[Deep breath. Calmer voice.]

Very well. I do not know where I am. This is not the Fade nor the Deep Roads nor anywhere I have seen in Ferelden.

[Muffled noise and scraping.]

Dear Andraste! Morrigan - please run, my friend. Loghain is going to be hunting you. Loghain... dear Maker.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

Comments

[djinnigenie]

I would like that very much. Tonight, I plan upon resting and thinking through this ... transition. On the morrow, I intend to scout out possible hunting grounds. Perhaps after that, we can meet?

[Oh, little does she know what the morning will truly bring.]

[tailforbrains]

Sure thing. I tend to stand out, so I'm sure you'll figure out who I am.

[There's a grin in her voice, when she says that.]

Guess I'll see ya tomorrow sometime.