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Who: Malak
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: 1/29

I - this is - [ Very clean. Very strange. Very frightening. But that he knows how to use this contraption must mean he is meant to be here.

He stops in front of the large windows. ]

Is this the realm of the Gods?

Where are my daughters?

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The. Sky?

Above the sky. So far away from the ground there isn't even air.

What do you mean it's not the realm of the gods? It has to be. There's nothing else past the sky.

Trust me, it's not the realm of the gods. And you'll find out pretty quickly things aren't always the way you believed them to be here.

Then what is happening? I'm listening. Does the glass keep the air in?

The glass keeps the air in. Don't ask me how because I don't understand science.

I at least know why we're brought here, as pointless as the reason sounds.

Is it the same reason you have war paint on?

[He laughs cheerfully.] This isn't war paint.

[And he leans forward closer to the screen and grins, showing off needle-like teeth.]

This is my skin.

[ Now there's a flinch. ]

What are you?

[Calmly:] A demon. Half, if you really care, but most people don't.

I can go back to my human form if you're going to panic over having talked to me without realizing what I am. [And he laughs again.]

[ This is somewhat impatient, sudden and snapped: ] Of all the things I'm afraid of, here, you are the least.

[He laughs and claps his hands together before changing to his human form anyway. Deal.]

I'll take that as a compliment. But, back onto the topic of why we're here! We're entertainment.

We're what?

[ He's getting tired of saying things like that. ]

Entertainment. Everything we're doing right now is being shown to countless other people like it's a play to enjoy.

Don't get comfortable on that ship. You'll be sent off of it to another one by the end of the week. Once again, I don't know. It's magic. Or science. I haven't quite figured it out yet.

It's too clean to be comfortable.

[ Which is something he's going to focus on, irritably, instead of anything else disorienting. ]

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