= 059 ♣ [Voice Post]
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(Classic chemistry sounds; bubbling liquids, hissing of a bunsen burner, clinking of glass. When she starts speaking, her voice is obviously muffled by something, and her breathing can be clearly heard going through some sort of filter.)
Y'know, I've always wanted to do something like this. (Breath.) Pops never let me, though. Said it wasn't really my thing. (Breath.) He was wrong, of course. We're not just mechanics, we Al Bhed - we're alchemists too, among other professions. (Breath.)
... Tysh.
(More glass-on-glass as she puts down whatever she was holding, and then the sound of buckles being released and undone. A sort of sucking sound, and then she takes a deep breath.)
No wonder Gippal hated wearing that gasmask when we were kids. They're so annoying. Sure, my lungs won't be clogged with Shiva knows what, but my face is... ugh.
(Al Bhed muttering, and then an abrupt pause. Glass-on-metal as a test tube or whatever starts trembling in its holder.)
... Cred. That wasn't supposed to--
(Sizzling, a rather loud "Fuck!" and then an explosion. The recording cuts out as the terminal is destroyed.)
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(Classic chemistry sounds; bubbling liquids, hissing of a bunsen burner, clinking of glass. When she starts speaking, her voice is obviously muffled by something, and her breathing can be clearly heard going through some sort of filter.)
Y'know, I've always wanted to do something like this. (Breath.) Pops never let me, though. Said it wasn't really my thing. (Breath.) He was wrong, of course. We're not just mechanics, we Al Bhed - we're alchemists too, among other professions. (Breath.)
... Tysh.
(More glass-on-glass as she puts down whatever she was holding, and then the sound of buckles being released and undone. A sort of sucking sound, and then she takes a deep breath.)
No wonder Gippal hated wearing that gasmask when we were kids. They're so annoying. Sure, my lungs won't be clogged with Shiva knows what, but my face is... ugh.
(Al Bhed muttering, and then an abrupt pause. Glass-on-metal as a test tube or whatever starts trembling in its holder.)
... Cred. That wasn't supposed to--
(Sizzling, a rather loud "Fuck!" and then an explosion. The recording cuts out as the terminal is destroyed.)
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