Audio

[outer_npcs]

[It's a little after midnight on Tuesday night when a voice - familiar to some, though not heard since the timelines had splintered - whispers across the network, sounding immeasurably sad.]

Eyes shut, eyes open.

He sees you.

Comments

[bruiserprincess]

So... more than just a telepath.

But I got the bad manners right?

[outer_npcs]

He tracks in filth. Marks everywhere.

[It's a bit disapproving, a bit warning.]