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[sanguinespell]

"It's Nico. Does anyone even use voicemail anymore? Go ahead."

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[sanguinespell]

[She nods, slowly. The apology wasn't for saying no, just--she feels like she probably came off more rudely than she wanted to, judging from how Baph reacted to the whole thing.]

Actually--look. Punderworld god bullshit aside, it's, what, management plus hype woman? Walk me through it. But before that--

[Better to at least understand what she's saying no to, or at least properly hear him out.]

So two things. First off, what kind of effect are we talking? [They haven't actually talked about what his performances are like, she thinks. She's heard things about Persephone's gigs, she's meant to go, but--] And what atmosphere are you thinking.

[baphlement]

It's like -- have you ever felt like a supernova, but instead of exploding outwards, you fold inwards? Imploding? It feels like that, at first. A glow beneath the skin you can't scratch out. But it finds a way, like all our sounds, it finds a way out. It's rebellion, resistance. Reactionary.

[He'd given some thought to this, even if his sample size was small.]

It's niche. Not as universal as Inanna's, maybe. Everyone wants to... Be the person they want to be, right? Self-actualization. I'm not offering self-actualization. So, whatever atmosphere that is.

[sanguinespell]

Almost sounds like you are, in a weird way. [Maybe not as directly as Inanna is, but...hm. She seems to consider this for a moment. Rebellion, a reactionary feeling seeming to grow then explode, the sound seeming to be about finding a way out and pushing back--with Lucifer around, leaning too hard into the overtly rebellion-as-such kind of imagery might not be the way, and Baph seemed to go for a moodier, more indie air.... she kicks her feet, chunky platform boots thudding lightly against the headstone. Finally:]

Hey now, hey now now. [Oh no.]