[It's hard to tell whether she's still herself, one way or another- but the entity does definitely react to hearing that name, the volume of the background babble of incoherent voices spiking briefly before quieting back down to a murmuring hiss, faster-paced and almost feverish.]
[Akechi's voice, this time, but it skips repeatedly and warps in odd ways. It's as if the recording is degrading, or being toyed with deliberately to produce different effects:]
What do you want? What do you- you- you-
What do you want? What do you want?
[The whispering reaches a peak- and then all other noise suddenly cuts off, and there's only one voice speaking. It's Ekkehardt's own.]
How can I be of service?
[There's an undercurrent to it, something in the words that shouldn't be there. This is not a safe question.]
no subject
[Akechi's voice, this time, but it skips repeatedly and warps in odd ways. It's as if the recording is degrading, or being toyed with deliberately to produce different effects:]
What do you want? What do you- you- you-
What do you want? What do you want?
[The whispering reaches a peak- and then all other noise suddenly cuts off, and there's only one voice speaking. It's Ekkehardt's own.]
How can I be of service?
[There's an undercurrent to it, something in the words that shouldn't be there. This is not a safe question.]