voice;

[entreats]

So, can the witch in charge come out yet?

[ It's a simple statement, and for a moment it does sound like the message might just cut off there. Just that one flat statement, seemingly devoid of any emotion aside from a vague hint of annoyance.

But then there's a sound that's faintly like a step, then a grumble, and then the message continues anyway. Still mostly deadpan, but a little more annoyed this time. ]

Sure, I get it. The whole crime and punishment theming? Very cute. Maybe start using that talent to build an amusement park or something more productive next time, if this sort of thing is your hobby. Either way, it's really not done to let yourself be heard on the way in, and then just act like you're not there.

[ A slight pause-- and then a sigh. ]

Just tell me someone can point me to the witch. I really don't have time to be beating around the bush.

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[dialetheism]

[ It's becoming a habit of theirs, checking the network every day, to keep an eye on the comings and goings of the Chosen's messy little community. Much of it is shouting into the void or announcing some club or an activity to stave off boredom. But not today, as it happens. Today is different. Today's offering nearly makes them drop the charm they're holding in shock.

Of everything they'd expected, this wasn't it, not in a thousand years. They'd long since written off the idea that anyone else would arrive. And sure, they've only heard this particular voice once, but it certainly made an impression in that short span of time. Immediately gunning for the witch in charge is just... exactly what that person would do, isn't it? Just like her brother.

Stick to the basics. In contrast to her annoyance, this voice is short and sweet, like a pleasant - if impossible - surprise. ]

.... Ange-chan? Is that you?

[ No video. They want to be sure, first. Just in case. ]

[entreats]

[ It's one thing to deal with all these voices she's never heard before, trying to figure out whether they're locals or people stuck in the same situation as her. And yet-- It's another thing entirely when one of those voices she's never heard before says her name. And like that.

Ange-chan.

Ange can count the amount of people who'd call her that on at most two hands, and most of them are dead, and none of them sound like this. So what--

She feels her breath catch in her throat, but the girl makes absolutely sure to force that surprise out of her voice by the time she replies. The chance that it's someone friendly calling her that is so small, right? She can't show weakness in that case. ]

Who is this?

[ Ange, however, no longer sounds as unfazed as she'd like to be. There's definitely a tense edge to her voice as she speaks. ]