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

[lusito]

How about next time, we'll play that one? I'm actually kind of curious about it despite all that's happened.

[keyofimagination]

I suppose I can arrange that, if you wish to indulge with me.

[lusito]

Of course. [... Ah, and now that reminds him, as he moves another chess piece--]

I've been meaning to ask, and I apologize if it seems a tad random in comparison to what we were talking about before, but do you know where some of the items in the penny press came from?

[keyofimagination]

From your home worlds and other dimensions, mostly. Why do you ask?

[lusito]

I received something interesting from it recently.

[And here, he holds up the envelope with Rod's name on it that he had in his pocket.]

Does this look familiar to you?

[keyofimagination]

[He looks shocked to see it for a moment, before looking amused.]

You got that from the penny press?

[lusito]

Indeed... since it's yours, I suppose I should return it to you, right?

[keyofimagination]

It technically isn't mine, if I'm being honest, but I'll happily take it off your hands.

[lusito]

Really? In that case, would you mind telling me what's inside?

[keyofimagination]

[He wordlessly opens the envelope and pulls out black tape, like something you'd find in a cassette.]

You know I'm glad you decided not to burn this, I'd be in huge trouble then.

[lusito]

Really? What would have happened if I had done something like that?

[keyofimagination]

[He looks amused.]

Nothing you need to worry about.

[lusito]

Oh, I'm not worried: I'm merely curious, is all.

[what the fuck is worrying, that sounds like something only people that are not us would do]

[keyofimagination]

Alright I'll tell you.

This is actually my soul. Destroying this means I will die.

[With the look on his face it seems like he's completely bullshitting you, Joshua.]

[lusito]

... Inside an envelope that "technically isn't yours"? My, how scandalous. How did it end up in there?

[keyofimagination]

Things like this get lost easier than you'd think.

[lusito]

Perhaps, but you should really be more careful when it comes to misplacing something as important as one's soul.