At first, nothing is said. I stand there in the dark, hands raised and my head forward and unmoving as I try to get used to the lack of light. A few beams are coming through windows in the kitchen, living room and elsewhere, but it still takes time to make out the now grey and black world before me. It doesn't take long for me to regain my other senses. The air is filled with the acrid trace of something someone smoked, most likely moko or tobacco. I can hear my attacker, them awkwardly not speaking, only breathing in heavily through their noise to produce a sort of wheeze.
Painfully slow and quiet moments continue to go on as I stand here looking forward. I've got so much time standing here frozen wondering what this idiot is doing that I can start to discern my surroundings. I can hear how my wall-mounted clock isn't wound and ticking above my front door, making me wonder what happened to Tsubasa. She is always one to tidy the house upon my arrival, and doing things like winding the clocks I make. Finally, I inhale deeply and exhale heavily to make some noise and hopefully earn a reaction from my assailant here, and it works.
They finally speak to me, their voice strained almost as they try and snarl while speaking “You fucked up Mr. Vannâ€. Great, someone looking to wax poetically about how right they are and how terrible I am.
“You fucked up, and you've gone and had me killed.†Their bizarre claim immediately gets me to raise a brow, unsure what to make of this mad man's words. You have to be insane to attack a Monetarist in their home, with their neighbors sharing the same political persuasions. My odds of surviving this night are plummeting with talk like this. I may be a lot of bad things, but I also don't kill people.
“Consider this your repayment for being such a /fine/ businessman and upstanding citizen of Ul'Dah.†I wish this man would give me much to work with, but he makes his intentions clear soon enough as I just barely hear the rustle of the incoming blow.
The Mists and everything else leaves my mind as darkness takes me.
Painfully slow and quiet moments continue to go on as I stand here looking forward. I've got so much time standing here frozen wondering what this idiot is doing that I can start to discern my surroundings. I can hear how my wall-mounted clock isn't wound and ticking above my front door, making me wonder what happened to Tsubasa. She is always one to tidy the house upon my arrival, and doing things like winding the clocks I make. Finally, I inhale deeply and exhale heavily to make some noise and hopefully earn a reaction from my assailant here, and it works.
They finally speak to me, their voice strained almost as they try and snarl while speaking “You fucked up Mr. Vannâ€. Great, someone looking to wax poetically about how right they are and how terrible I am.
“You fucked up, and you've gone and had me killed.†Their bizarre claim immediately gets me to raise a brow, unsure what to make of this mad man's words. You have to be insane to attack a Monetarist in their home, with their neighbors sharing the same political persuasions. My odds of surviving this night are plummeting with talk like this. I may be a lot of bad things, but I also don't kill people.
“Consider this your repayment for being such a /fine/ businessman and upstanding citizen of Ul'Dah.†I wish this man would give me much to work with, but he makes his intentions clear soon enough as I just barely hear the rustle of the incoming blow.
The Mists and everything else leaves my mind as darkness takes me.
