ii. audio. after dark. both courts.

[vrykolakas]

[If anything, the Brucolac's voice sounds worse than ever, painfully scratchy and distinctly weary. The reception isn't perfect; he's sitting in the garden of the fortress at Redgate, where the lockets work, but the blood granite is still causing some interference.]

What languages do you speak? And what language would you say I'm speaking right now?

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[scramasax]

[A flash of curiosity. Toward multiple counts - the sounds and tone, the change in tune, and what the man had expected.

That tentatively releases to slack, however, toward room to shift it to a polite and closing smile. He did good by the empire with that babble, then, if in a small and not so actively productive way.

That said, tries his luck, shifts a gear, noses ahead...]

-- It doesn't sound as if everything is well, my lord. On -- your side.

[vrykolakas]

On my side?

[Dryly, and a little sharply, as if rousing himself; he doesn't sound angry so much as slightly warning, though he's pleasantly surprised to find Anthony daring to push.]

This whole world is not well, sides be damned.

[He's twisting that, deflecting it away from him personally.]

The Brucolac. I've never been a lord.

[scramasax]

I -- only meant it out of respect. Pardon me - Bruc - [A title?] - Brucolac.

[Swallows, winces at him self, is he pushing his luck - tries rousing up his own voice a tad, not argumentative, but decisive; bothering to provide a correction of title implies he's not being shooed - attempts to rise to some sort of imagined testing.]

It - [Quick clip.] - is difficult for any world to be. It - isn't it.

[Indeed a statement, not a question; probably spoiled the delivery of serious agreement with that last bit.]

[vrykolakas]

Mm. It would require something of its people, which are usually the strongest and most fucking idiotic part of any world's make-up.

But yours, at least, has your scholar's language and your mandatory schooling. And you're proud of it.