001 - audio - spider in the roses

[biotictouch]

[ You heard it here first, folks. If you're listening, there's a rather angry sounding banshee woman who's had about enough of this place, and would've liked to go home hours ago. But here she is, with a bit of a sniffle behind her thick accent. ]

Well, this is just grand. If there's anyone in this wretched place that'd like to talk about bartering some lab equipment, I'd be in your service.

And, I'd also offer services to someone who can get this hay out of my backyard. It simply cannot stay, no matter what.

[ There's a sneeze somewhere in the background. ]

Services rendered depends on what you'd need. I specialize in medicine, but it's not likely what you're thinking.

Good day.

[ Another sneeze. There's probably a red faced, living in a tissue Moira behind that audio somewhere. God someone please come get rid of it for her. She can't go near it. Some things genetic editing can't seem to fix. ]

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[sheepdad]

Gabriel? [ That is a strange thing to call the masked sheep, who approaches the window a little. Because he's trying to care about people, okay.

Did the Auracite awaken in the future, again? Possess somebody else? Belias can't help but wonder now. ] I'll ask later. [ He says to himself, before: ] You do not need to apologize.

[biotictouch]

Not at all. He is a colleague. [ She clears her throat. ]

You both sound eerily similar, that's all.

So I do; not at all able to meet you outside properly. How rude of me.

[sheepdad]

...I see. [ Belias says, sitting - still larger then the person inside, but: ] This hay is bothering you.

[ But, on his voice, he clears his own throat. ] This voice-- is one I give to any I possess.

[biotictouch]

[ Possess? Possess? What what what are you telling me right now, giant sheep guy. You're giving her a potential goldmine to work with and she has no. equipment. Could this day get any more unfortunate? ]

Quite a bit, yes.

And how interesting. I'm afraid I don't completely understand.

[ Tell me more about this possession thing you got goin' on there, not!Gabe. ]

[sheepdad]

Ah-- you would not be of Ivalice, would you? Those tales would be lost.

[ belias stop, not everybody deserves trust. But his voice has quietened. ]

I am Belias - the Gigas, one of twelve Lucavi. Between forms, I slumber in a stone called Auracite, as do my kin. I-- still have my stone with me. If there is one filled with wrath, filled with desires, my spirit can overwhelm their body. Or if one is sacrificed for me.

[ A beat. ]

It sounds quite violent, does it not? But I am a weapon of war. And thus, I become them - my strength fusing with theirs. My voice overwhelming theirs.

[biotictouch]

[ LEAST OF ALL THIS WITCH OKAY WOW

She's trying to parse what she can of this....dialogue. It's like she's hearing words but has NO IDEA what he's saying.

Just that he can possess some, and that he's a weapon of war. Dang. ]

I'm afraid you've lost me more than you've helped me understand.

[sheepdad]

...My apologies. [ Belias says again. He apologizes a lot. For a giant monster, he's very polite. ] Your world-- seems quite different then mine. But that is what this realm seems to want - mixing everything, with no thoughts of why.

[biotictouch]

No no, don't. I may not understand, but I feel I soon will.

[ She nods, grasping for a tissue across the table in her home. ]

So I've noticed. It's truly extraordinary, I'm barely taking it all in myself at the moment. I'm sure it will hit me soon enough.

[sheepdad]

...Would smoke clear the air of what makes you sniffle? [ Belias then asks. ] It may also cloud your mind.

[biotictouch]

[ Moira smirks, waving it off. ]

Smoke is toxic to my kind, though the thought is appreciated.

My mind is cloudy enough, I suppose.

[sheepdad]

...Ah. I did not think of that. [ Being attuned to fire really... messes with you. ] I'd not want your death.

Still, I must be able to help. To have the land against you - that is cruelty.

[biotictouch]

[ He gets points for manners and kindness, she'll definitely take it. What a poor, easily trusting animal. ]

Think nothing of it. In fact, your concern is kindness enough.

[ She'll find some antihistamines. Eventually. Just gotta leave her house eventually to get them. ]

[sheepdad]

Might you have a name, ma'am? [ Belias then asks, still sitting there so gently. So concerned. So damned naive, for such an ancient being. ]

[biotictouch]

[ Dang. Well, she held onto it for this long. What if he was a faerie, then what? ]

Moira. My apologies, Belias. I seem to forget all manners when I am ill.

[sheepdad]

[ Luckily, he is not one of the fair folk. (Besides, the Occuria are more like them.) ]

It is fine. You are no worse then some I have served.

...Though I am not serving you, for now.

[biotictouch]

Oh? How is it that you serve, may I inquire?

[ Sneeze. ]