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[venetianprince]

Help... me... help...

[Feliciano's voice is weak even across the network, and fades towards the end. There is silence until a new voice replaces it some time later- and it sounds still like Feliciano, and yet... It doesn't seem to be him speaking.]

Someone please retrieve my body. My weak body, I am powerless here and I was being fed on like prey and someone protect my body from that blood-drinker! I refuse to be a blood meal!

GET ME OUT OF THE STONE-CAVERNED HULL OF THIS SEA-FORSAKEN SHIP AND RETRIEVE MY BODY.

Comments

[Private???]

[cawfullyironic]

Gen? What the unadulterated, monkey humping fuck is going on? Is that really Feli?

[littleladyluck]

In a way. Feliciano was made for Venezia, and, well. Venezia was a fighter. Is a fighter. It's all very odd, and my country hasn't been an intense power for centuries, if it ever was, so it isn't as intense when I'm in deep.

[cawfullyironic]

Yeah, I didn't understand a goddamn thing you just said. Is this like some freak ass, Sybil shit where his brain is trying to protect himself?

[littleladyluck]

Yes. Mostly. These forms were made for the spirits of the nations. Our bodies and such, I mean. For some it's a higher consciousness, for some it's an annoying friend who holds the reins, and for some it's just them with a few more issues.

[cawfullyironic]

. . . So he's like two different people.

[littleladyluck]

Not so much a separate being as an occasional assistant...? I've honestly forgotten what it's like after so long being a vacation spot, so pardon my unhelpfulness.

[cawfullyironic]

It's okay. A fuckin heads up woulda been nice though.