[ There's a couple of seconds of grouchy mumbling coming from off screen as Royce picks at the device in his hands. Technology is irritating and he's not sure he likes it, but he'll use it if he must. Which... he must, at the moment. He doesn't show his face, but the camera is steadily filming a bottle of wine on the table in front of him. His voice is soft, but firm. ]
I found this. Wine. I couldn't tell you how old it is because I don't know how long ago 1984 was. I don't like the taste of it, but I figure someone out there might find it less disgusting.
I need food, and I don't care what kind. Give me an offer.
[ No thank you, just an abrupt ending! ]
three.
[ More than anything, Royce is irritated about the volume of the voices.
The cries of children don't bother him. Annoy him, maybe, but it's easy to tune them out. Every once in a while, there's a voice that sometimes sounds like his own (and sometimes, like Gwen's) that whispers to him, right against his ear - tells him to raise Alverstone to his traveling partner and end it right now. That, too, is easy to ignore, because Royce can't see the logic in killing his partner when they've been here longer and thus, have more information than him. It'd be stupid to call attention to himself. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't have Alverstone.
Maybe the whispers aren't so different from his normal thought process, honestly. Whatever. It's logical for his partner to stay alive, so alive they stay.
Royce looks unbothered and even bored, sitting with his legs kicked up on the table, crossed at the ankle. His arms are folded and his hood is up. He barely moves except to breathe, staring at the wall with a vaguely irritated expression on his face.
After a moment, he glances at his partner, tsking quietly. ] Does it bother you?
Royce Melborn | Riyria Revelations
[ There's a couple of seconds of grouchy mumbling coming from off screen as Royce picks at the device in his hands. Technology is irritating and he's not sure he likes it, but he'll use it if he must. Which... he must, at the moment. He doesn't show his face, but the camera is steadily filming a bottle of wine on the table in front of him. His voice is soft, but firm. ]
I found this. Wine. I couldn't tell you how old it is because I don't know how long ago 1984 was. I don't like the taste of it, but I figure someone out there might find it less disgusting.
I need food, and I don't care what kind. Give me an offer.
[ No thank you, just an abrupt ending! ]
three.
[ More than anything, Royce is irritated about the volume of the voices.
The cries of children don't bother him. Annoy him, maybe, but it's easy to tune them out. Every once in a while, there's a voice that sometimes sounds like his own (and sometimes, like Gwen's) that whispers to him, right against his ear - tells him to raise Alverstone to his traveling partner and end it right now. That, too, is easy to ignore, because Royce can't see the logic in killing his partner when they've been here longer and thus, have more information than him. It'd be stupid to call attention to himself. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't have Alverstone.
Maybe the whispers aren't so different from his normal thought process, honestly. Whatever. It's logical for his partner to stay alive, so alive they stay.
Royce looks unbothered and even bored, sitting with his legs kicked up on the table, crossed at the ankle. His arms are folded and his hood is up. He barely moves except to breathe, staring at the wall with a vaguely irritated expression on his face.
After a moment, he glances at his partner, tsking quietly. ] Does it bother you?