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[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[The screen would flicker on with the sound of a few things hitting the wall. It would seem that something had knocked the device to the floor with some force and accidentally powered it on. Though whoever might be listening is getting a view of the ceiling, a particularly irritated voice can be heard ranting about her current circumstances.]

...unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. When I find out who is responsible for this, I'll tear their heart out and feed it to them.

[Another broken cup, perhaps? Either way, it's in pieces, now. Seems like it's taken some of the wind out of her sails, though.]

No furniture. No Ronove. No magic. What kind of hellhole is this? M...maybe this is hell. ...No...but this definitely isn't Rokkenjima.

[And then the device on the floor caught her eye. To the viewer, the angry voice would give way to a stately looking blonde with an inquisitive stare.]

A tape-recorder...?

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[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

In that case, might I ask where I've been whisked off to?
Certainly someone who has been here so long must know quite a lot.~

[That doesn't sound patronizing at all...]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it does. Devola doesn't really seem to mind, though.]

Going from least-specific to most specific... Earth, North America, The United States, Prospero. It's a little island on the east side of the continent.

As for your specific location? If I had to guess from the look of that room you're in, the Bay View Hotel.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

I'm impressed. That actually was quite informative.
All the way to the United States. What a bother.
I was right, though, you are terribly useful.
One more question. Is there any particular rhyme or reason to being brought here?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[A shrug.] I've got no reason not to be helpful.

Far as reasoning goes? ...Not really. Judging from the sum of everyone here it's like someone's just trying to collect people with wildly different personalities and backgrounds, and cluster 'em up in one place.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

I'm just not used to anyone really being forthcoming with me.
Not that I'm any better, of course.

And that sounds like utter nonsense. You put that many people together in limited space and they'll either band together or kill one another.

It's that simple.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

It's mostly the former. Rarely the latter.

[A beat.]

Very rarely, at that. There were more murders back home than there are here, now that I think about it. That's a bit depressing.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

If that's the case, I'd have to say that same.

Of course it doesn't help that I was the cause of them.
But, that's neither here nor there at this point.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Erm. Am I supposed to ignore that vague, fairly unsettling statement you just made? It's a bit difficult to do so.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

You may do with it what you will.
But it is an honest statement.
Any deaths that occur in my current timeline are at my hands.
Would it make you feel better to know that I brought them back to play all over again when I was done?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Not really, but it's not like I can do anything but be a bit unnerved. I just hope you don't feel like pulling a repeat of that situation here, I guess.

[She shrugged, oddly nonchalant.]

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

That will all depend on the circumstances, I suppose.

It's not as fun without my powers, though. Having to do things manually is so boring. And without the power to bring someone back, I could run out of playmates quickly.

Doesn't really seem worth it, does it?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

You're asking a shark what walking feels like, miss. My usual job description involved keeping people alive, or at least, not actively causing harm and death and all that nastiness.

[She shrugged again, and tried to steer the conversation to less morbid places.]

So you got powers taken away, too, huh?

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Seems awfully routine, but to each his own.

[She'd offer a slight nod.]

Mhm. It's something you can feel. I'm mortal. Plain. I hate it.
Did the same happen to you?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Something like that, yeah. It's... an experience. Not wholly unpleasant, yet not entirely wonderful.

[No reason to lie about it.]

Then again, everyone gets an abnormal new skill at some point or another, here. I guess it evens out.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that so?
So our captors grant us their own kind of magic?
Peculiar.

What is yours?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

They're all more or less the same: a summoning or a manifestation -- something along those lines. Every one seems to have a unique, static appearance based on who had summoned-slash-manifest them.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

That certainly seems interesting.
How did you come upon yours?
Is it very powerful?

[There might be a hint of excitement in her voice. Just a bit.]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

It just kinda showed up. Shenanigans were involved: I have it on good faith they usually are when a Persona -- that's they're called, by the way -- first shows up.

As far as power goes, I... guess? It seems to be. S'not very intimidating compared to the ones I've seen others have, though.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

So, basically, one has to put themselves in the way of harm and hope for the best?
Eh, at least it won't be boring.

I'm a bit anxious to get my own. It's a very empty feeling when you have no servant to call upon.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't say that precisely, but that does seem to be the most sure-fire method, yes.

Servants, huh. I shouldn't be surprised; can't say your dress didn't give off the impression of wealth or prestige.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Hm, I'll have to collect myself and see if I can find this Persona, then.

[Oh, she's so humble.]

Well of course, I am The Golden Witch, after all.
I had the finest servants a mistress could possess.

Even now I can still taste Ronove's cooking.

[Wistful sigh.]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Hm, I should extend my sympathies, then. Not a whole lot of luxury to be found, here.

[There's a pause, before she adds.]

That's kind of an odd name, Ronove. I've seen it before, but it wasn't quite the kind of thing I'd figure someone would name their child after.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[Chintap.]

I suppose it can't be helped. This room may not be the most luxurious, but at least it's comfortable. It'll do until I build myself up here.

I should hope there are no children with the name of a demon.

It's an odd name, but quite fitting for him. He's very proper as far as his kind are concerned.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

I'd be more skeptical about that claim if there wasn't so much sorta-demonic summoning going on already.

That and the 'Golden Witch' thing. Seems like a suitable title for someone who'd summon a... what was it, marquis of hell?

I'm more surprised that he's an excellent chef, now that I really think about it.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[She'd giggle, only this one was pretty genuine as opposed to the maniacal laughter she's known for.]

Is it so surprising? He's my butler, so he'd have to be good at such domesticity, right?

Of course, if it sounds better, he's excellent in battle.
I'm just more accustomed to calling on other furniture for that kind of task.