2nd Spell [Audio]

[taintedtalent]

Weddin's? Parties? Either this is one lax prison or this ain't the kind place I thought it was.

[Although whatever it is, it's got Reese very confused. Reading that note with his journal doesn't clear anything up, not to mention he doesn't believe a word of it. There's no power on Earth that can wipe out everything in one fell swoop like that.]

Now I'm more inclined the people that's been here then some piece of paper so, anyone kind enough to tell me what's goin' on here? Just what the hell is this place?

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[bladeflare]

Inadequacies?

[Albel chuckles at that, nearly self-depreciating.]

And one who speaks so flippantly is bound to lose his tongue for spewing such filth, worm. Test theses "inadequacies"; you'll find them quite... sustaining.

[He'll admit to that. There's no reason to deny the cruelty of his methods, his words, because they've probably done him better in the long run than any type of spurious Hero-Complex.]

So, you finally catch on. That is the type of coward we are dealing with.

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[taintedtalent]

Haven't lost it yet. Don't see me losin' it anytime soon.

[Maybe he shouldn't be saying that seeing how he's at less than half his strength, but Reese has always been stubborn and this guy grates his nerves something fierce.]

Not exactly hard to figure out. All ya gotta do is ask anyone in this damn place.

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[bladeflare]

Then listen well, or you should pray I demonstrate strong inclinations towards utter faithlessness. Consider yourself warned.

[Albel narrows his eyes a little at the journal and sighs. This time his voice is milder, not quite as impatient or irascible, but still holding a sense of tart.]

If you doubt me so, then you might as well search for your proof at the parties.

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[taintedtalent]

So...what, this the part where I'm supposed to quake in fear and beg fer yer forgiveness?

[His tone couldn't get much dryer.]

Never said anythin' about doubtin' just said it was easy enough to figure out on my own.