01 ♠ [VIDEO; unfiltered]
[At first, the feed is black, though movement can be heard on the other end. The quiet shuffling is followed by a startled gasp for air and louder indications of movement. After a few seconds, the noise subsides and there is instead a bewildered and disappointed voice.]
...How is this possible? A cruel Afterlife indeed if even it can't free me-- if this is even an Afterlife at all. Perhaps this is what become of all l'Cie in the end... Yet another fal'Cie lie.
[A pause... the voice sighs and his tone shapes into one far more resentful and sarcastic.] There is no rest for the "wicked", I see.
[Finally, the feed moves, making a most ear-grating scraping sound against the floor in the process.] Ah... What is this? [The crystal is lifted into the air, giving a face to the voice at last. In spite of the anger and startled behavior he exhibited audio-wise, he looks quite collected now. He stares curiously into the crystal, head canting to the side as if trying to figure out just what it is he's looking into.]
Intriguing... If there is, infact, anyone listening in or watching, then allow me to introduce myself. I am Cid Raines-- [He begins to attach "Brigadier General of the Guardian Corps Cavalry" onto the end of his name, but catches himself with an empty chuckle. Titles likely have no meaning here. Reflex...] It seems we are here to fight a war of some kind... chosen by "Gods". I find it more likely to believe we are not noble warriors in a grand war, but rather playthings for Fate.
[Bitter and reluctant to believe this whole thing? Him? Not at all.]
I digress. I'm sure I will be meeting many of you soon enough.
...How is this possible? A cruel Afterlife indeed if even it can't free me-- if this is even an Afterlife at all. Perhaps this is what become of all l'Cie in the end... Yet another fal'Cie lie.
[A pause... the voice sighs and his tone shapes into one far more resentful and sarcastic.] There is no rest for the "wicked", I see.
[Finally, the feed moves, making a most ear-grating scraping sound against the floor in the process.] Ah... What is this? [The crystal is lifted into the air, giving a face to the voice at last. In spite of the anger and startled behavior he exhibited audio-wise, he looks quite collected now. He stares curiously into the crystal, head canting to the side as if trying to figure out just what it is he's looking into.]
Intriguing... If there is, infact, anyone listening in or watching, then allow me to introduce myself. I am Cid Raines-- [He begins to attach "Brigadier General of the Guardian Corps Cavalry" onto the end of his name, but catches himself with an empty chuckle. Titles likely have no meaning here. Reflex...] It seems we are here to fight a war of some kind... chosen by "Gods". I find it more likely to believe we are not noble warriors in a grand war, but rather playthings for Fate.
[Bitter and reluctant to believe this whole thing? Him? Not at all.]
I digress. I'm sure I will be meeting many of you soon enough.