† 009.
[the voice function turns on in the middle of this scream:]
--EEEEEEEEK!
Fryd'c kuehk uh? Frana ys E? Frana'c Cid?
[she pauses to take another breath, and there's the sound of her stomping her foot on the ground. she obviously doesn't know the comm is on, as it's in one of her many pouches.]
Oh, great! First he blows up Home, and then he sends me away to some freaky place because I told him that he was wrong! Well, see if I don't tan his hide later, you can bet on that! He doesn't even know magic that well! I bet he got Brother in on this--or Rin! Oh, it was totally Rin, that low-down, good-for-nothing slimeball! He always, always takes Cid's side! Probably because he buys everything he has to offer!
[she's rummaging around in her pouch, and there's the tiniest bit of static as her fingers brush against the comm in her search for what she really wants. two guesses as to what it is.]
And what's up with Wakka, huh? "Happy festival fireworks!" Dryd pek sayhea! When I get back, you can bet your bottom gil that I'll teach him where he can cram his happy festival, yeah! Right up his--
[her words are interrupted by a sudden BOOM. this is fifteen-year-old-rikku after throwing a grenade in a random direction, at nothing in particular. probably the side of some old building. she gives one last really, hideously frustarted half-scream, and then the recording cuts.]
--EEEEEEEEK!
Fryd'c kuehk uh? Frana ys E? Frana'c Cid?
[she pauses to take another breath, and there's the sound of her stomping her foot on the ground. she obviously doesn't know the comm is on, as it's in one of her many pouches.]
Oh, great! First he blows up Home, and then he sends me away to some freaky place because I told him that he was wrong! Well, see if I don't tan his hide later, you can bet on that! He doesn't even know magic that well! I bet he got Brother in on this--or Rin! Oh, it was totally Rin, that low-down, good-for-nothing slimeball! He always, always takes Cid's side! Probably because he buys everything he has to offer!
[she's rummaging around in her pouch, and there's the tiniest bit of static as her fingers brush against the comm in her search for what she really wants. two guesses as to what it is.]
And what's up with Wakka, huh? "Happy festival fireworks!" Dryd pek sayhea! When I get back, you can bet your bottom gil that I'll teach him where he can cram his happy festival, yeah! Right up his--
[her words are interrupted by a sudden BOOM. this is fifteen-year-old-rikku after throwing a grenade in a random direction, at nothing in particular. probably the side of some old building. she gives one last really, hideously frustarted half-scream, and then the recording cuts.]