Private Contact (Foolish Mortals Archive)

[keyofimagination]

If you need to contact The Narrator, all you need to do is call out for him and he will appear in your proximity within a few moments. You don't need to worry about whether he heard you or not; he hears you.

Comments are screened for privacy. After all, what narrator would go around revealing everyone's secrets?

Comments

[keyofimagination]

So those who don't have magic or weapons can stand a chance in this hotel. I would rather not have everything end on the first week because someone with unlimited power decided to kill everyone else in this hotel.

[anasty]

[ Ursula sniffs. If that's a veiled criticism about her, she won't hear it and she won't respond to it. ]

Let's move on.

[ In fact, she moves right through him towards the tub, dipping in a few of her tentacles to test the temperature of the water and making minor adjustments with two of the others. ]

The last thing I remember before coming here, I was in the middle of something big...

[ She looks over her shoulder, watching him to see if there's any sign of recognition. How much does he know...? ]

[keyofimagination]

[He nods, seeming to completely understand what she was talking about.]

Ah yes, that. And you're curious how we were able to get you here, or...?

[anasty]

I want to know where I'll be when I win this game.

[keyofimagination]

My, are you eager.

[He seems almost amused.]

We can promise to put you somewhere safe if you win, as it defeats the purpose of winning if the winner just dies.

[anasty]

Ursula is no loser, Nate.

You should know I get what I want... eventually.

Of course, I can't help but feel you've stacked the odds against me, especially with that little stunt you pulled last night. It's almost as if you wanted me to start the blood-bath right then.

[keyofimagination]

I'll let you in on a little secret, Ursula:

I'm really not a fan of murderers or bloodbaths. I would never personally encourage anyone to commit mass murder.

[anasty]

Oh, I see now. You don't like me.

[ She moues, briefly feigning hurt before moving back to something more sly. ]

Well, since we're being honest, I don't much care for murder myself.

It's so final.

[keyofimagination]

[He folds his arms, clearly not impressed.]

Might I ask if that's a threat?

[anasty]

On the contrary, darling! I'm trying to reassure you.

How awful it must be, for someone with no taste for murder to have to watch this.

[keyofimagination]

[Somehow, he's not feeling very reassured.]

You become numb to it when you have witnessed murder for as long as I have.

[anasty]

So what?

[ She turns fully towards him now, pushing herself back into his space as if it were always hers and he just her tenant. Maybe she can't touch him, but this close it's hard to escape her inspection. ]

If you swim in a cold sea long enough, you'll become numb to it - that doesn't mean you want to live there. It doesn't mean you don't dream about the Caribbean.

So tell me, Rod, is that your end here? One last show before you can be warm again?

[keyofimagination]

[He seems really amused now as he shakes his head.]

That's an interesting theory you have there, but as I said, the reason why I'm doing this isn't important to any of you.

[anasty]

[ Hm. Ursula taps her chin, her smile only flagging down to something closed-mouth. ]

Then is there any harm in telling someone who's curious?

[keyofimagination]

I have a feeling that you would try offering the very same thing in return for my soul if I told you.

[Like, it's hardly a mystery there, Ursula.]

[anasty]

[ She laughs, amused and guilt-free. ]

Are you honestly sure that's not what you're doing already?

[keyofimagination]

[He looks equally amused.]

I've seen enough "deals with the devils" in my life to recognize a shady deal.

[anasty]

You're immune to my wretched ways! I get it!

So again: where's the harm?

[keyofimagination]

And might I ask why you're so desperate to learn about my private life?

[anasty]

Well you know so much about me - it seems only fair to wonder a little about you. And remember, "all conversation with him is confidential".

As horrible as you may think I am, you know you can't say I don't honor a contract!

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[keyofimagination]

... Very well, I suppose you deserve an answer, if you promise not to tell anyone.

[keyofimagination]

I'm doing this because I wanted to.

[And that's the only answer you're getting, buddy.]

[anasty]

[ She huffs, shaking her head. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but knew better than to get her hopes up too high. ]

So our man of mystery isn't so black and white after all! What a bore that'd have been.

Well, I'll let you get back to your voyeuring in a moment, sweetie. There's just one more thing I need clarity on.

[keyofimagination]

There is no one in the universe who is completely black or white.

What do you need clarification on?

[anasty]

Your rules make mention of spirits. How many of them are there here? And are you considered one to be one of them?