Geeub/Conversations

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Start

Geeub

*long, smoky croak*

Ah, (player's formaladdressterm), here at last. Sit. Smoke. Rest.

Familiar

Geeub

Ayup. But seconds ago. As only yesterday, no? Hoh hoh hoh.

*continued croaking laughter*

Query

Geeub

*grrrk*
We ask, we answer.

We call, we respond.

Whomst

Geeub

Over time, Geeub. Good as any.

*roooak*

Names, ehh.

Introduce

Geeub

*croaking sigh*

Congratulation, condolence, which ever. Mind and name slip by another.

[1] Ah. Well. Let's talk about something else, then.
[2] Live and drink. [End]

Towering

Geeub

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

Geeub

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

Geeub

Hoh hoh hoh hoh.

*grrrrrk*

We have fun.

Founder

Geeub

'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?

[1] ...

Founder2

Geeub

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.

[1] ...

Founder3

Geeub

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.