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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[noirant]

[ Felix waves a dismissive hand. ]

At best, a poor imitation. Yourself, Messire...?

[vrykolakas]

Ha. May I choke on my own tongue before I claim that.

I'm a sailor and a politician. An understanding of the idiosyncrasies of language has been known to come in handy. [you're a flippant bitch.]

[noirant]

Heaven forbid; every politician needs a tongue to lie with — else, a proper understanding of delegation -- and if lewd jokes are anything to be believed, it's certainly of more use to your second career.

[ Who the fuck willingly goes out on the ocean? Evidently, the Brucolac is insane. ]

A peculiar combination.

[vrykolakas]

Everyone needs a tongue to lie with.

[Ooh, matron. ...?]

I come from a peculiar city.