Audio / un: of corpse not

[nothinglikefather]

[ Originally recorded the day of the senator's ill-fated party.
Jacob's voice is sore, rough from coughing, and throughout the recording he coughs periodically, as if he's just escaped a fire. ]

It's a snake. The Chained God. A great big fucking snake, covered in... in bits of paper. With writing on. Couldn't read it.

The chains are too. We were chaining him up, the the floor. It was broken, full of fissures. Not the chains, the floor.

We were chaining him, and he was... he said he someone else had... broken the womb? Birthed destruction? Not him. Or they'd taken up the mantle, because they'd chained him up.

[ He coughs then, and keeps coughing until someone seems to pass him a drink, and he murmurs thanks.]

That priestess. She asked me afterwards. If he was still a threat, I think. Told her that he was a bloody god, and they'd chained him up, so if he got loose then they'd be fucked.

That's... that's what I rememeber. Before the fire started.

Comments

[wifedup]

Try not to get yourself set on fire again, Master Frye. It would be unfortunate to have you out of action.

( And then, a cheerful grin, the flash of teeth as he takes another step away to open the door to his office. )

Or did you want to use the window again?

[nothinglikefather]

It wasmt me that set that fire.

[ It rarely is. But unfortunately Jacob has an association with fire that will not end here.]

Better use the window. Could be people watching the door, they'd be surprised they didn't see me go in.

[wifedup]

They'd probably assume you were so sex-drunk that you'd merely forgotten to put your disguise back on.

( Because people come here in certain clothing and leave in significantly less more often than not. It wouldn't be surprising. But he waves Jacob off either way, half stepping through the door himself. )

I'll let you see yourself out then.

[nothinglikefather]

[ Jacob nods, patting the other man companionably on the shoulder before making his exit.]

Don't stay up too long Wenny.