#4: Apologies and Technology.

[sinistralofdeath]

[Phone / Unfiltered]
H-hello. Is this object… am I using it properly? This is a… telephone, yes?

I’m still wondering what happened to me. But… I apologize for my actions. It was an attitude unfitting for… in honesty, anyone. I do not wish to become, er, “Great Goddess Supreme” of Mayfield, or be in any position other than figuring out my way around here. And perhaps being useful in any upcoming… skirmishes.

Please accept my most humble amends.

Comments

[donttellmetheodds]

Call me the bearer of bad news but I doubt anyone would take someone calling themselves "Great Goddess Supreme" seriously.

[sinistralofdeath]

…I… figured. [“Hoped” would probably the proper word here.] But reparations had to be made regardless.

[donttellmetheodds]

Did you hurt anyone?

[sinistralofdeath]

I have no power currently, and for once I’m thankful I don’t. I could not bear to show my face if I had harmed another here.

[donttellmetheodds]

Then I think on a scale of perfectly innocent to planetary destruction, you rank somewhere in the decimal points.

In short, I don't even think an apology is needed.

[sinistralofdeath]

My behavior was reprehensible. One does not walk around a town—even a prison-town like Mayfield—and rave about wanting to rule the world like a madman. I think an apology was very much necessary.

[donttellmetheodds]

Really? I've seen crazier done as a practical joke.

[sinistralofdeath]

I have not; I’ll take your word for it.

[donttellmetheodds]

You don't have to. I'm just throwing that out there.

[phone]

[noluckduck]

Cool. Wasn't plannin' on followin' ya anyway.

[sinistralofdeath]

[Good for Erim; the Sinistrals aren’t gods worth worshiping anyway.] I’m glad to hear that.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Eh, shit happens. T'town has a way to make us all act like batshit asylum convicts once in a while.

[sinistralofdeath]

I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[It is the rare occasion that Badou Nails gets thanked, so Erim you're on his cool people list. If he had a cool people list. If he cared enough.]

No prob.

[Oh right he wanted to ask..]

So you've never used a phone before?

[sinistralofdeath]

I have not. I suspect I'm still not holding it right and it took me a bit to figure it out.

[fthisgetmecigs]

S'long as people can hear ya, I guess yer alright though. 'Sides, I know people who still can't hold the fuckin' thing right and they grew up with a phone.

[sinistralofdeath]

That's... comforting then. I thank you.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Like I said, ain't no problem, lady. S'long as y'ain't some psychopath I think it's cool in the pool with everyone.

[woodsiequeen]

Oh, you must be new here. You'll find things of that nature happen here often.

Not that it makes it any less... awkward.

[sinistralofdeath]

[A familiar voice.]

Indeed it does. [She pauses a moment.] Have we met before?

[woodsiequeen]

We have spoken, yes. I believe we both caught each other in a vulnerable state.

[sinistralofdeath]

You are... the, er, woodsie folk, yes? [Embarrassing, but Erim doesn't recall if the other's name was ever told to her.]

[woodsiequeen]

[She chuckles sardonically, not at all like the childlike giggle from the other day.]

Yes, that would be me. You may call me Viktoria if that would make it easier.

[sinistralofdeath]

Viktoria it is then. I believe I've introduced myself, but I am Erim.

[Pausing a moment, she continues.]

If I said anything about being a goddess, it was pure delusion.