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[bypartisan]

[Is it possibly for a mental voice to sound giddy? Because there's a distinct giddy tinge to By's thoughts, for all that his words come out with his normal, lazy, lightly Russian-accented drawl.]

Byerly Vorrutyer here. We're on Earth, pre-spaceflight, although someone who isn't me will need to get a better read on the actual date and location. Linguistically, it's a hodgepodge. I can hear archaic Russian, a whole host of Asiatic and Romance languages, and something else I can't quite place.

If you can "hear" this, check in. We need to know who we've got to work with.

Comments

[bypartisan]

I'm fairly sure it was a lift... cage.

[laceandcarnage]

A cage in the air is still a cage. I do not see why we could not have been placed on the ground.

[bypartisan]

Even if we were, we'd still need to get up here, wouldn't we? So we'd end up in the lift cage either way.

[laceandcarnage]

Markets should not be in the air either. The ground is the sensible place for them.

[bypartisan]

I agree, but unfortunately, those who constructed this place do not. We shall have to all suffer together, I suppose.

[laceandcarnage]

Or we could find whoever is responsible for this market and make them suffer instead. I would find that vastly more preferable.

[bypartisan]

Well, we all do need our own tasks, I suppose. You do that, but check in with the rest of us before you make them suffer. We want to do these things in an organized fashion, after all.

[laceandcarnage]

Why?

[There's genuine curiosity in Istas's mental voice, as well as that hint of confusion from before. She still understands so little of all of this]

What things are we are trying to do in a organised fashion?

[bypartisan]

Unfortunately, we don't know that yet. We may have been placed here to accomplish something... but we don't know what we'll be accomplishing. That's one reason why I'd urge you to exercise caution for now. There will be cause enough for violence later.

[laceandcarnage]

Very well.

[Istas paused for a moment, considering something]

I will accompany you. You will tell me when it is time for carnage.

[bypartisan]

[...]

Fine.

[Wonderful. He has a wolf-bear-woman following him around. Why does he have a wolf-bear-woman following him around? He's trying to be Simon Illyan, not Miles Vorkosigan, dammit.]

[laceandcarnage]

[There's a sense of satisfaction from Istas. Now, she wouldn't have to be concerned about trying to figure out what she should and should not be doing. Byerly would do that for her.]

You do not need to tell me where you are. I will find you by smell.