voice, @widowmaker

[distort]

[ Good evening, Quarantine! Widowmaker's voice sounds calm and smoothly dispassionate as usual, and as French as ever, as she makes apparently a brief announcement: ]

If anyone plans to be in the area, there was a small breach of the outer fence near the zoo of the abandoned city. They are little things, nothing a few well placed headshots will not take care of — but quick. A few may have escaped my attentions.

[ She doesn't sound very pleased about that. Her night is definitely gonna be tracking down whatever monster she's referring that slipped in over the fence.

After a brief pause, she continues. ]

There is also the matter of Kane — Jacob Kane. A man with incredibly poor timing, it seems. He —

—is fine. Jacob’s… fine.

[ Don’t believe it. He sounds pained. There's another pause, longer this time, before Widowmaker's voice continues. ]

...Medical attention would be appreciated. I can send coordinates.

Really… really, I’ll be—

[ Whatever it is he'll be gets cut off as the broadcast ends. ]

Comments

[scholiast]

Nicked by what exactly?

And, uh. Yes, that tends to be the case with Cain. (Still, it's good to hear.)

[distort]

A bullet. [ and since monsters don't usually have bullets.......yeah, fine, a bullet from her. ]

[scholiast]

Goodness.

An accident, I gather. (Or perhaps a very kind assassin, to be calling for help on behalf of her mark.)

[distort]

It was no attempt on his life, if that's what you mean. [ because then she wouldn't have missed!! ] These things happen where such creatures are involved.

[scholiast]

What kind of creatures are you talking about? I've only seen the– um, those monstrous birds.

[distort]

You must not have strayed from the safe areas. [ just a gentle brush of condescension in that ] Keep that up, and I suppose it will not matter what monsters lurk further out.

[scholiast]

(Oh, she noticed. But that's cool, two can play at this game.)

No. I've quite a lot to do inside of the city, so I haven't had to bother with whatever is outside of it.

[distort]

I am sure. [ psh, civilians. ] In any case, they are something carapaced, quick little irritants.

[scholiast]

Strange. I suppose they are very hard to hit, then.

[distort]

Not so difficult once they have been found. For me, of course.

[scholiast]

Oh, sure. And who are you, exactly?

[distort]

Widowmaker. Presently, I keep the good people safe as a sniper of the Perimeter Guard.

[scholiast]

Oh, how good of you.

(Could this get more passive-aggressive.) My name is Lucretia; I'm a magical researcher at Gramarye.

[distort]

Oh? [ magic researcher... that sounds super fake. ] Have you researched anything useful yet?

this thread is so funny im losing it

[scholiast]

(It's a real grown up adult job, thanks.)

I'm currently looking into the plethora of magic users here, and writing about the variance in both casting technique and how they obtained their powers in the first place.

Can you use magic?

this cr is precious already :')

[distort]

So, not yet? Well, keep your chin up, ma puce, I am sure you will make yourself useful. And I, I am afraid I cannot help your little project, as there was no need for magic in my world.

i actually love it

[scholiast]

(Lucretia doesn't need to understand what that meant to know it was rude.)

I think the venn diagram of what you consider useful and what is actually useful is a little more complicated than it seems.

For example, since you don't know magic, you are now useless to me.

no same, they're perfect

[distort]

Then it is a good thing you keep safe within the city, perhaps we will never even need to see each other.

[scholiast]

I would like that very much, actually. You've made my whole day.

[distort]

Then adieu, cherie. Good luck with the research.

[ you can almost hear the scarequotes ]

[scholiast]

Oh, thank you.

Good luck with actually hitting a monster next time instead of a resident.