( 002 ❱❱ VOICE )

[coarse]

[Some people may have noticed an absence since before the last jump. Even when the passengers were awoken, Bass made sure he found isolation before any familiar faces found him first. The entire process was different this time around: yes, he still felt sick and his telepathy had become once again erratic, but he knew where he was, he knew what had happened, and he knew what mattered. He also knew that the clock was still ticking.

It's been over a month since he's last fed, now making its way to the second month mark. That means things are going to change - that he's going to change - unless he does something about it preemptively.

It means that someone has to die.

The audio feed clicks on, running silently before he speaks. Words are then recited from memory, taken from a prayer of warning he was taught many years ago.]

In the quiet of the night the sky tore open, and from the holes in the skies monsters began to descend upon Earth.

[There is more to it, but this is where he deliberately stops. Bass wants to know if anyone recognizes the tale of how his world came to be. He wants to know who could find out what he is, even if that person is just his sister.]

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voice

[stacked]

Gee, that one sounds familiar.

[ SUSPICIONS. ]

permavoice

[coarse]

[Her voice doesn't.]

Does it?

FREED FROM SUBJECT LINES' CRUEL TYRANNY ARE WE also forever equally permavoice

[stacked]

Whole mess of monsters descending on crap? Sounds just like home.

'Less it's just a scary story for you.

SUBJECT LINES-B-GONE

[coarse]

It's just the beginning.

What's your name?

[stacked]

It always is.

Faith. Yours?

[coarse]

[That name is ironic in every universe, isn't it..,]

Bass.

[after a beat, bluntly:] What are you?

[stacked]

[ FAITH HASN'T GOT ANY FAITH GEDDIT yeah, she's heard it all before. blame mom, too many wine coolers and the 700 club. ]

You first, Bass.

[coarse]

Human. Soul intact.

[stacked]

...Huh. [ she's not exactly the thinker of the operation, but even she can catch interesting wording. ] Same here.

[coarse]

Okay. [beat.] Where are you from?

[stacked]

Southie. [ she inhales, pushes on before he can answer. ] Look, I don't really give a damn what anybody's deal is, long as they don't screw with me or go snacking on anybody that objects to getting snacked on.

[ who knows, maybe this guy really is one hundred percent human, soul and all. she's not buffy-- going around announcing she's the slayer, all hail isn't really her style. still, anybody who talks about monsters like that deserves-- needs, whichever-- the heads up. ] Just saying.

[coarse]

[Bass pauses. Way to describe his deal, Faith.]

We understand each other, then.

[stacked]

Doubt it, but close enough. [ she pauses. ] So, what about you? Where're you from?

[coarse]

East coast.

[stacked]

That's a whole lotta coast. Wanna get more specific?

[coarse]

I think that was specific enough.

[stacked]

[ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ]

Whatever, no skin off mine.