[ much to his general misfortune this evening, there seemed to be a rash of actual answers. of actual voices. (no prerecordings. no requests to submit personal information. no empty dial tones. no confused menus in languages he barely began to understand.) and it is, without trying, a newer pattern. something else that emerges. (and though there is no clear placement of it, not yet, he can only assume that --)
but, the way this call is greeted stalls him. no "hello", no questions. no inquiries. no requests to know his name and know why it is he's called. (and for a long moment, he says nothing. for a long moment, he might only think to say nothing. words lodged and words stumbled. words hidden away in the sudden derailing of predictability. and for a longer moment, he thinks of some answer - and the way it is delivered seems mismatched to his voice. strangely young. boyish. ) ]
[ Yuri's first thought was to immediately call out "bullshit" just based on the number of phones in this world. They were all possessed by the SSS or Guild unless they were school staff phones. The school staff were NPCs, they weren't programmed to get wrong numbers. ]
All of the phones there aren't any non-school phone numbers in this world except for this and Guild's. Who is this?
[ "Guild"? There's a small note of thought in that, but it is only jotted down without much ado. If nothing else, this was another piece of information that could prove connective. ]
The community called from here. [ It's a non-answer. An answer. And there's a small pause, but: ] I called it back.
In which case it probably wanted us to meet, so what's your name and the most interesting thing about you?
[ Not an invasive question at all, nope. Yuri has almost a singsong tone in her voice as well, as though she asked a perfectly innocent question. She won't press, even if he doesn't answer. Well, not about the interesting part. His name, on the other hand.. well, she might just come up with one if he doesn't answer that. ]
( phone call. )
but, the way this call is greeted stalls him. no "hello", no questions. no inquiries. no requests to know his name and know why it is he's called. (and for a long moment, he says nothing. for a long moment, he might only think to say nothing. words lodged and words stumbled. words hidden away in the sudden derailing of predictability. and for a longer moment, he thinks of some answer - and the way it is delivered seems mismatched to his voice. strangely young. boyish. ) ]
... Wrong number.
[ ... well, he tried? ]
( phone call. )
All of the phones there aren't any non-school phone numbers in this world except for this and Guild's. Who is this?
( phone call. )
The community called from here. [ It's a non-answer. An answer. And there's a small pause, but: ] I called it back.
[ Close enough. ]
( phone call. )
[ Not an invasive question at all, nope. Yuri has almost a singsong tone in her voice as well, as though she asked a perfectly innocent question. She won't press, even if he doesn't answer. Well, not about the interesting part. His name, on the other hand.. well, she might just come up with one if he doesn't answer that. ]