Third Progress Report
This will be the third night I've woken up with lingering nightmares. I suppose it's some symptom coming from dying and being brought back to life, but nothing I have tried has rid me of these. It's all about heat and flame; I've made attempts to record more specific details about them, but these dreams have been particularly hard to remember in detail. I didn't dwell this much on my death before, when I lost my heart. Perhaps it is the presence of my heart, or the violent nature of this death that is causing me to bring it back up.
It concerns me even more when I awaken and start hearing that voice in my head. If the others weren't entertaining similar issues, I would dismiss it as some temporary insanity. As it is, I dislike being scolded, especially by a voice that may or may not be real.
His voice reminds me of the snap of dry clay or papyrus paper, and is rather disturbing to wake up to. He's been claiming responsibility of 'waking me from such ridiculous human worry' for his own sake, also claiming that it would be bad for the room if I keep freezing it completely (which I admit to doing). His presence, however, has been useful. This 'god' has made me aware of a peculiar cloud of smoke coming from the beach -something that could surely be attributed to Axel. I'm not sure what happened, but even an uninvolved spirit is wary of that man. I shall have to be more watchful.
Now that we have all had time to settle in, I really think we need to discuss the situation at hand. I'm familiar with how I arrived here, but I'm curious to know what happened with the rest of you. Xigbar, Zexion, Demyx, Roxas: I want details of what happened after Oblivion. Axel, I suppose, your information would be valuable as well if I believe it. I cannot be content just going to work and treating this as an ordinary life - there must be some purpose to our being brought back, since I'm under the impression that the Superior's plan didn't work. If we can find out what happened and why we're here..perhaps we can find a way to assist the others. Or a way to keep that pink flowery wretch from EVER washing up on these shores. That's the last thing I need.
(OOC: Strikes hackable, private is private, and excuse Vexen's rambling. :3)