The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[prozaic]

[Haruka will feel a hand grasping his wrist, and Shalem's previously limp form straightens.]

You needn't do that. [His accent has changed-- or perhaps it's reverted. He's British Victorian again. Does that make his soft, soft voice better, or worse?] Otherwise you might just rattle my skull off of my shoulders.

[townmusician]

[...That voice change can't be good. A shift in demeanor like that? Having an entirely different voice after having your brain fucked with? Yeah, that's suspicious as all hell.

Haruka should probably be worried for his safety, but. Well, he doesn't really care.]

Maybe it'd do you some good. Get you out of your head for a bit.

[...How tightly is he holding onto his wrist, anyways?]

[prozaic]

[Just barely, honestly. Just enough to pull Haruka's hand from his shoulder. And then he reaches up to do the same to the other hand.]

I think I've been out of my mind for far, far too long. Don't you think?

[No context theatre, here.]

[townmusician]

[...Ah.]

...So, is this the "real" you?

[And now they're just sitting here, holding hands. Haruka shifts, but he doesn't try to pull away.]

Should I be concerned? Or nah?

[prozaic]

I don't know what you mean.

[He gives Haruka a pat on the shoulder, then stands. Takes a deep breath.]

[townmusician]

Yeah, real convincing.

[He's not buying it, but whatever. It's not his problem unless he's going to put a knife in his gut, but... even that is like. Whatever.]

But I can play along.

[prozaic]

Whatever you'd like, Haruka! You're a free person, after all.