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]

...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. ]