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[emet_sulk]

[ There's a new(?) voice and it's borderline irate. ]

Just how long are we expected to wait before our 'sentencing'? Whilst I could certainly wait for an eternity, I would rather not. Surely they intend to mete their punishments out before we expire.

And for that matter, what is one supposed to do in this godsforsaken land?

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[quizpersona]

It's times like these that are the perfect opportunity to host a conciliatory quiz which sets the record straight! So, guess who is up first? ...It's you!

[There's mirth in this voice. Here's some whimsy to contrast the irritation incarnate.]

What is the appropriate length of time needed to process that kind of thing?

[emet_sulk]

[ Great, he loves hates quizzes!! ]

A century, give or take a few decades.

[ This delivered utterly deadpan. ]

[quizpersona]

W-... Ehh, did I hear that right? A century you say! Sounds like someone is familiar with bureaucracy.

[ He's so unserious. But listen, okay, he's allowed to say it since he was someone's "secretary" for six months. ]

You better ask this again one thousand two hundred months and two days from now.

[emet_sulk]

[ If only they knew how frighteningly accurate their assessment was. ]

At that point you would all be dead.

[quizpersona]

Since we'll all be dead then maybe we don't need to worry about sentencing after all.

[ The tone abruptly switches from apprehension to amusement like a shoe drop. ]

...Is what I'd say if it was true! Anyways, since you're bored you could thrash against the invisible walls closing in around you. Go on and put on a show for the rest of us. Now doesn't that sound fun?

[emet_sulk]

I can think of far better things to waste my magicks on than puerile and futile entertainment.

[quizpersona]

Oh~ fair point. What is a better waste of your time?

[emet_sulk]

Sleeping.

[ Yep. ]

[quizpersona]

Sweet dreams! [Sweetly! And then not so sweetly:] Have any phobias? ...Try your best not to have any horrifying phobia-fuelled nightmares now.

[If only Nikolai had thought to reveal that he'd been talking to some murder-clown-looking guy. Ah, man, missed opportunity there.]

[emet_sulk]

[ He already has one murder-clown back home-- ]

I have none, thank you very much. [ His tone is terse and abrupt. ] I do not know who you are but if you so much as touch my dreams, I will ensure you never sleep again.

[ It is, perhaps, not very wise to threaten some unknown person with unknown powers, but Emet-Selch is (evidently) having a bad day. ]

[quizpersona]

Yikes. That's so scary?! I'm not ready to give up sleeping yet so I'll definitely do absolutely nothing to your dreams intentionally.

[emet_sulk]

See that you don't. Whoever you are.

[quizpersona]

Ooohh, what's this? It sounds like you'd like a proper introduction.

[emet_sulk]

Something tells me you will give it even if I refuse.

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[quizpersona]

Great instinct!

-> Video

[quizpersona]

[ The video flickers on after that interjection to reveal a figure mostly clad in black and white. After smiling directly through at the would-be person on the other side of the feed he sweeps into a prince bow. It hints at a capricious nature. ]

Trouble-making put aside for the time being you ought to know that my name is Gogol. Allow me to be the first to officially welcome you to the to-be condemned ranks known as the Chosen.

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[emet_sulk]

[ He hasn't been here long and this...magic charm is quite different to what he's used to. However, after a noticeable - perhaps slightly awkward - pause, he also manages to 'turn on' the image, so to speak.

What greets Gogol is the face of a severe-looking man. Emet-Selch is holding the charm and so only his head and the tops of his shoulders are visible, but the hint of fur collar and single earring - not to mention the way he carries himself - suggests he's not a mere layperson. ]

Hmph. Out of respect for your introduction, you may call me Emet-Selch. 'Tis passing strange for prisoners to be referred to as 'Chosen' however. Would you happen to know why?