Geeub/Conversations
Start
*long, smoky croak*
Ah, (player's formaladdressterm), here at last. Sit. Smoke. Rest.
Familiar
Ayup. But seconds ago. As only yesterday, no? Hoh hoh hoh.
*continued croaking laughter*
Query
*grrrk*
We ask, we answer.
We call, we respond.
Whomst
Over time, Geeub. Good as any.
*roooak*
Names, ehh.
Introduce
*croaking sigh*
Congratulation, condolence, which ever. Mind and name slip by another.
Towering
So large? Hoh hoh. Well. Hatchlings, so rage-dense. Size diffuses, no?
However. Mak diverges, hoh hoh. Egg-rage simmers on a greater pot. Our voice eld-feeble, close your ears to it. Hoh hoh hoh.
Freehold
Sun we once blotted out nestles our horizon. We tend thought-seeds with algae, wrap in crysteel, bathe in arc-light. Build, live, fight.
Here as elsewhere, grow is struggle. Fun to watch, no? Hoh. Hoh.
Laughing
Hoh hoh hoh hoh.
*grrrrrk*
We have fun.
Founder
'Founder' the query. 'Founder' is water-taking, no? To be breached and sink. How cruel the judgment.
*rrrrroak*
Hoh hoh. This voice japes -- we, witness to the birth of Yd. The query, no?
Founder2
Yes, we were present, if less active than other-bodies. But we saw, and rattle with memory-artifacts as a Consortium lockbox rattles with jewels; shards of an eon-old data disk, bits of stories and places. Kin-fleeing, louse-meals, ghastly boredom. But Fate's caprice brought us through history's footsteps. There was a machine-speaker, and her ursine apprentice with his little plant, and the Sower with a tetrad of chubby whelps, and then, at last, Many-Eyes. Our dear galgal. So many.
Founder3
But alas. Like our sea-grape friend's lockbox, these memories are not mine to retrieve at will. They come and go, and may be warped by eld.