no. i // voice //

[seasalt_sunset]

[When the transmission goes through, there's no voice speaking into it. What can be heard, however, is the sound of waves gently lapping against a shore. It keeps on like this for several moments, rhythemic, steady, recurrent, until a soft, shaky, breathy voice speaks up. It's distinctly melancholy, bordering on what sounds a lot like the voice of

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[crestingwaters]

Are you alright, sweetie? There isn't a way to leave just yet, but it's not impossible.

[seasalt_sunset]

By...filling up the crystals, right?

I don't know if I have that kind of time...
Someone...really needs me, right now. And if I don't get there soon...I'm not sure what might happen.

[crestingwaters]

If it's that important, maybe we should see if people can transfer drops to another person. I could give you some of mine.

[seasalt_sunset]

...No, I can't take them from anyone, it's not right.

...Besides...It takes a lot to fill these things up...

[the_daybreak]

You're... going to have to work for it.

[seasalt_sunset]

That's what it seems like, I just...[Wait, hold on. Hold on. That voice...Could it be? She wants to ask his name, wants to come right out and ask a ton of questions if it really is him, if he really is here.]

...Do you...[Remember me? Of course not. If it wasn't already obvious by his plain words, she still knew that she left nothing at all behind, nothing to remember. Why would he be any exception? She tells herself that she's ready for this, that she's strong enough to face this. Somehow, she has the drive to keep talking.]

Do you know how I got here?

[the_daybreak]

You specifically?

Maybe, depending on the world you came from.

[seasalt_sunset]

...W-well...

You mean...everyone got here differently?

voice; I apologize for this. |D;;

[simulatedsummer]

[ The voice was- He almost thought it was that girl from before. But this one's tone is more strained. Like she just got there... which wouldn't make sense. Not sure what to think about this, but... ]

There's a way, but... [ He heard that it was going to take some time. Not that that will stop him. ] What's so important anyway? [ Doubting it's homework here. ]

SOB... ;~;

[seasalt_sunset]

[Unmistakable, that voice. It's unbearably hard to pay attention to the words he's saying, she's so taken back. How were they in the same place? It's a thought that doesn't invoke too much deep thought, after all, it's hardly the important fact her. All she knows is that it's him, it's really him. The feeling is so bittersweet in her heart. She's happy that he's okay, she knew he would be. She's even glad just to be able to be talking to him again, but it's all kind of a lot to take in. She's telling herself that she's glad about this, really, she is. But then why does this sting so much? Having been resigned to her fate, she knew that he wouldn't remember her, knew she'd fade away and leave nothing behind. It was for the good of everyone, all of her friends, and Sora too

;; Oh gawd. It hurts. Ah-ha~

[simulatedsummer]

[ If he only knew what was going on in her head... Well, he would probably be freaking out and calling for his trio of friends back at Twilight Town with a side of just... pure disbelief. And that wasn't even the worst of it. But for the moment, his voice remained curious if not difficult for her to listen to. Lacking the warmth between two best friends- but still a quiet kindness remaining underneath. If not slightly unsure. ]

If there is, then... We'll just have to that much harder to find a way back. [ Still simple minded as always, however. ]

>~~~<

[seasalt_sunset]

I think...that you're probably right. [It's still so much different from the last time they spoke. Trying to sound at least semi-cheerful with those last words, but her cracking voice won't allow it. She wants to say his name to him, at least. Tobias.
...Tobias?

But she can't. As a friend...how could she mess with his head like that? With his whole world.]