*start voice post*

[sound of footsteps and flick of the light switch]

About bloody time.

[sound of paper rustling]

Hn. I made the right choice in picking a librarian then, especially one well-versed in the inherent powers of blood in warding.

I should put back the other wards, however. Just so not to give anyone ideas.

And the Lady Rue does know her instruments. Pity this one was hardly used. Then again, that is my gain.

[sound of wood scraping against the floor and the a few tentative notes being drawn out from the piano]

Hn. Now to see if I haven't forgotten how to do this.

[sound of the same piece played four times in a row]

Oi, can't you bloody play something else?

...

I wasn't aware I had an audience.

Look, I've had a bloody rough day being hauled from half-way around the city. I find some of the classical pieces more pleasant to me ears. None of this jazz stuff.

I do not take requests.

[sound the same piece being played again]

Oh really? Well, you look like the kind of manthing that doesn't play very well anyway. Probably beyond your skills. And, oh, you dropped a note. AGAIN. You'd think after the fifth time, you'd have gotten it already.

[sound of the piano being slammed shut]

I ain't done talking to you! Come back here ye good for nothing talentless hack!

If this is the librarian's idea of a joke, I find it very much not to my liking.

*end voice post*

And he stalks off again. I pity the one he calls the librarian. It wasn't his fault really. But it sure is fun to finally be able to talk type, whatever, it's the same thing to me. And that piano is just plain mean and rude. He hasn't even been here a day and already I can not stand him! He thinks he's boss just because he's bigger than I am. I'm far prettier and more useful. I hope the master returns soon. I love the feel of his fingers on my keys. Oooh~! ♥

[ooc: Affected by his first City curse XD The piano and the laptop are talking. He's been out checking the Underground so he's out of the loop and doesn't know it's a curse yet. Anyone nice enough to tell him when he's in this mood? It's for poor Lucien's sake really. Strikes are mumbling. This text means the laptop. This text is the piano.]