PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157

[whattaprick]

Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.

[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]

Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!

[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]

For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--

Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!

[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]

Comments

[soft_focus]

[Ummmmmmm...Well this is getting a little nerve-wracking. A little. Fortunately, being on the radio, she can't sense any of the emotions coming along. So as nervous as she is...

...She can answer.

For the sake of everyone, Lambert might want to tune the radios to private. He'd have the sense where she lacks it.] ....I just did.

...That was where I was, so when they said I had to or else, I made sure I could do it.

...I don't really remember what came before it. ...That's just what happened.

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[ Lambert may or may not, but ... his daemon certainly does. Unfortunately, she doesn't really have things like 'opposable thumbs,' so it's going to take a big of scuffling before she responds again. ]

What's your name? Both of you.

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Reira Akaba.

[Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

...They don't have a name. They didn't want a made up one...

[There are reasons.]

....

...are you mad...

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Not at you. [ In this, it seems, the daemon will do the talking where Lambert won't -- or rather, where even he has the sense to know he's not going to have much to contribute to the conversation. 'Sounds shitty' isn't really constructive. ]

Lambert already introduced himself, but ... I haven't decided what to call myself yet, either.

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....ok.

[She doesn't have a lot of words, admittedly.] ...I can't tell how people feel over these. ...They're not close enough...

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Sometimes it's better not to know.

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...If you know, you can know what to do though.

[Considering what has been learned thus far, those are unfortunate words indeed.]

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Why would you want to?

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Because that means you stay safe.

...And... ...I guess now, it means I can try and help too. ...to do better things than run away.

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[ Lambert's not particularly good with kids. He doesn't have the patience for it, and he certainly doesn't have the right things to say. His jaw tightens -- he's annoyed all over again -- but before he can snap something else out, it's his daemon that speaks up first. ]

Is that all? [ Her voice is cocky and confident. The bravado would be less convincing if Reira could feel them right now, but because she apparently can't, they'll use it their advantage. ] You don't have to worry about being safe now, do you? That's what your daemon's for.

all of her cards are literal weapons it makes me sad-

[soft_focus]

We keep each other safe. [...But hey whatever, she'll work with that.] ...I guess they're the strongest though.

I had duel monsters before though.

[Th....the cards that Yuuya and Carly use..???? (And a few others, but-)

Well to be fair, considering what Carly did with those cards, maybe that's a fair point.]

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But it's different. The cards weren't you.

[ Like fuck a daemon knows jack shit about cards, but whatever!!! Lambert does have some objection to that assertion, though-- ]

You aren't me, either.

Denial doesn't make it true.

[soft_focus]

Of course they're not, they're them. [Goodness.]

...I'm pretty sure you're the same person though. Everyone's feelings got cut in pieces because of their souls getting put in pieces.

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Told you so. [ Lambert mutters something too soft for the radio to pick up, but by the tone of his voice, it's highly uncomplimentary. ]

[soft_focus]

[Yep. Well anyway time to move on, in her opinion.] ....So....

...should I tell you more about the island I guess?

[whattaprick]

... Sure.

Can you read and write?

[soft_focus]

That's easy. [Actually she sounds insulted that you would have to ask.]

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[ Never hurts to check. It's not actually a life skill everyone has where he comes from. ]

Great. Then you can write me a report about it.

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Okay. [The fact that she knows what a report is at this age would probably be more unnerving if not for literally everything else that came up.]

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[ Seriously. But hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, etc. ]

I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know when you're done.

[soft_focus]

Okay!

[As much as she knows what a report is, don't expect it to read much like a report, Lambert.]

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[ Well, she is seven, so if he expects anything coherent he'll be amazed. But hey, it ends this unsettling conversation for now, which is really what he wanted anyway! ]