01; voice/action

[axeofoath]

A-ah...I didn't finish all of the laundry...The kitchen needs to be swept, too...

[It's the hushed voice of a young man, sounding both longing and peaceful. Gremio, sitting against the side of a building near the fountain, doesn't register the change in scenery quite immediately. But several seconds later...]

E-eh? C-could this be-?

[He's not sure what he expected to see upon dying, but this...probably wasn't it.]

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[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

You sure sound domestic.

[axeofoath]

Y-yes, I--

[He hasn't noticed his device yet and even if he had, he wouldn't know what it is.]

A-are you a ghost?!

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[stargathering]

--!

[ Tyr hears that voice, and it's instantly recognisable. The words themselves are eerily familiar too, but he's too busy thinking how Gremio's voice is coming from his device. ]

Gremio? [ His voice is a bit quick and uncertain at first, but becomes more firm. ] Gremio!

[ Though there's also a note of desperation there. ] Can you hear me? Where are you?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Last I checked, I wasn't.

Wait, wait. Did you just get here?

[axeofoath]

Th-then how--I-I certainly haven't...been here before, b-but...

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[axeofoath]

[Ah, it's the young master's voice again. Although he feels guilty for causing him to worry, it was...

Wait, why is he hearing him now?!]

Y-Young Master...?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, this is strange. Never figured myself as the welcome wagon for this place.

You're in a place called the City. There's a guide (http://somekindofsin.livejournal.com/tag/city%20guide) here that says everything far better than I could.

[axeofoath]

A-a guide, you say? Might it explain why I can't see you?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

There should be a device somewhere near you that my voice is coming from, I think.

[axeofoath]

Device...How large is it? Surely not this little box?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

It probably is that little box, actually.

[axeofoath]

...Y-your voice really is coming from it! How is this possible? Y-you're not trapped inside, are you?! Or...could it be something magical?

voice;

[stargathering]

Yeah, it's me...

[ You've showed up here twice, come on! ...Oh wait, Presea said people don't normally remember those times. ]

Hey, can you see what's around you?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Magic--- it's technology.

And no, I'm not trapped inside. I'm sitting in my apartment with a similar device in my hands, actually.

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[axeofoath]

Ah, Y-Young Master...I don't believe that what I see is quite real anymore...

[This must be some hallucination or dream on the brink of death. Gremio can't think of any other explanation, though he doesn't wish to cause any more pain for Tyr.]

[axeofoath]

But how does it work? I've never seen such a thing!

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

You'd have to ask someone who knows more about technics and mechanics than me.

[axeofoath]

I-I see, of course. I shall have to ask a specialist...A-although I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here in the first place.

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Neither am I, to be honest.

voice;

[stargathering]

[ It's going into the realm of creepy anyway. Of course Tyr wouldn't get out of bad curses for long. ]

What do you see...?

[ Also, lol, our keywords for the last two icons match. ]

[axeofoath]

...What sort of afterlife did you expect, if any?

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[wind-magic.livejournal.com]

...Gremio?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

You think we're dead? I don't.

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[axeofoath]

...A fountain and a strange city, in the middle of winter. H-how odd...

[So they do! How appropriate. XD]

[axeofoath]

I'm quite positive I am dead, under the circumstances. If you aren't dead, how did you come here?