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“Gaussia no! That lemon-headed dickwipe can go become a maggot snack for all I care.” Priscilla grimaced, straightening out her skirt. “I’m here because I heard about you.” Her grimace turned to a grin.
“Dr. Nocturne Sono, scientist studying the destructive powers of music and sound. No family on the island, no current serious relationships, and no coworkers and/or minions.” She tut-tuts, shaking her head a little. “Surely you’d like someone to keep you safe on your travels to the island, right?”












