[voice]; un: TheChancellor

[profanation]

[ The words are spoken with a lingering, loving attention. Every syllable is caressed by the tongue and lips before being allowed out. There's even a slight pause between words that makes the sentence measured and slow, like someone reading a line from an erotic novel. ]

You are now aware of your tongue.

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[menphina]

Try to get to know me and you might have a chance. Your voice isn't that unfortunate.

[ At least she's amused? But the next question makes her blink. ]

Depends on what you're expecting me to do. What is it?

[profanation]

Could you fill something out for me? I'd be such a happy man if you did!

[menphina]

You really expect a stranger to care for your happiness?

[ But why not, she's still got time. ]

Sounds fun. What do you want? If it's something perverted, I'm just going to tell you ahead of time to be original.

[profanation]

Would you be willing to fill out this survey?

[ A notif blinks. Attachment sent. ]

[menphina]

[ Her ears flick, not that he can see it-

But he'll get a submitted form, anyway. ]

... you just slipped in that breathing and tongue comment to feel validated, didn't you?

[ Okay, it got a chuckle out of her. ]

[profanation]

I was told it had to be ten questions.

[ The smile in his voice is fairly evident, like he's enjoying a private joke. ]

Thank you for your input!

[menphina]

You're supposed to tell me what you're going to do with those answers, though. What if—[ Gasp! ] you manipulate them?

[ She doesn't sound worried at all. ]

That wouldn't be nice at all, would it?

[profanation]

These anonymous answers are now in my dastardly hands. Thank you for your contribution in bringing down the Lunatian Government!

[ He says 'Mwa ha ha ha'. Not tonelessly, but in the same cheery way he's been speaking throughout. ]

[menphina]

Oh, no— those precious, poor answers. Robbed to bring down a government that doesn't even know what it's doing in the first place.

[ It's delivered in the most deadpan voice, but she's kind of serious about the futility here. ]

What's your plan to bring down these sad underpaid Prismals who didn't even know what the hells we were until a few moons ago, anyroad?

[profanation]

Well, I'd hardly be a revolutionary worth my salt if I told my plans to any Tom, Dick, or Harry, now would I?

[ He does note her tone along with the words, and takes a glance at her answers. Considering she's one of the first to fill it out, she's either extremely displeased or generally displeased. ]

You'll need to give me the secret code word.

[menphina]

You know it's usually a waste to try for revolutions in places like these, don't you? Though I suppose it'll be entertaining if you succeed.

[ And she's just seen Too Much in the world she was taken to before this. At his mention of code word, she asks cheekily— ]

Is the code word "Curaga, please"?

[ Or Cure III, but she knows the older names from the books she was studying, okay! ]

[profanation]

That's why I'm keeping my passion on the down-low. If I don't appear crushed when I'm inevitably thrown in prison for my lunatic leadership grab, then no one can really tell me 'I told you so'.

[ He listened to the word, smiled slightly, and shook his head. ]

That's an old word. No, it's not that.

[menphina]

That's almost smart. And "galaxy brain" like I've heard some people say here.

[ The acknowledgment however, makes her blink as she replies with a tone of surprise in her voice- ]

What about... er. Thundaga?! Protect! Blizzard!

Chocobo?! Pretty Please with a Moogle on top?!

[profanation]

[ He laughed at the 'almost'. ]

Ahh, a moogle fan as well? They've been extinct for two thousand years where I'm from, you know!

[menphina]

You never know. Those floating cloud mallows can make themselves invisible to whoever they don't want seeing them! At least where I come from. Maybe they're just pretending to be extinct where you're from, Tongue Man!

[ Though... ]

Which is where, exactly? I'm from the star of Hydaelyn!!

[ She's got no worry admitting that— not like the Prismals don't already know. ]

[profanation]

No, I know.

[ The Starscourge had invaded the land, after all. But more important than being right, however, was how it added to his insufferable persona.

He recognised the name Hydaelyn, too. Strange to hear it and still feel that shiver of fury that rocked through Emet-Selch's being. The hate he'd felt in that mind link had been intense. ]

But, I digress. I'm from Eos.

[menphina]

[ Her ears lift up in surprise, not that he can see it. ]

Huh, you too? Like Prince Noctis! He was from Eos as well. At least, we'd heard as much when he showed up in Eorzea.

[ She followed the papers. ]

Saw him running around with our Warrior of Light, too. Who'd have thought he was a traveler like that. Who are you, then?

[profanation]

[ Noctis had gone somewhere else before he came here? What, taken from the crystal? Or had it been some vision of Bahamut's, to show another world where a similar darkness grew and boiled? But... no, that couldn't be right. Bahamut would not allow Noctis to set foot in a world where his counterpart had been used as a battery, where gods were malleable and formed by desperation, as petty and mutable as those who summoned them.

So had Eorzea, this land of the primal Hydalean, brought Noctis to it in the same way this one had brought them all here? It might be worth looking into.

He'd have to ask him about it.

In the meantime: ]

Ah, that sounds like my dear nephew. Always so full of surprises!

[menphina]

Your nephew?

[ She repeats that curiously. ]

Well, it's not like I actually know him personally. I've just met his friends and seen him at a distance. What do you call yourself then?

[profanation]

My nephew!

[ He answers, mostly untruthfully. ]

I'm his dear uncle Ardyn. We get on like a house on fire.

[menphina]

Somehow the thought of houses on fire doesn't seem very appealing in forming connections.

[ Well, whatever floats his boat. ]

Now I want to see what you look like! It's not often I hear of family members ending up in places like these!

[profanation]

[ Hence the choice. ]

Do you! Why, hoping I'm doe eyed and dark haired too?

[menphina]

That's almost a creepy way to refer to your nephew, you know.

[ Just saying, Bro. ]

But a lot of my girls didn't look like their relatives at all. My family on the other hand does. Now I have to see if you're the same!

[profanation]

I know.

[ People here are just wired to think of sex at all times. The place had either got to them quickly, or they'd already been there when they arrived. As if 'doe-eyed' initially meant anything of that sort, and not just 'gentle'. ]

And do you? Well, I'm sure it'll happen one day! It's not so huge a city, after all.

[menphina]

[ She's always been, but sex and intimacy have never been a big deal for her. With a slight sigh, she says- ]

You're going to shy away now? You've kind of made your voice more than memorable here, though.

[ Pesky miqo'te hearing. ]

What's with the secrecy?