Call To Everyone | Day 39

[shatteredempire]

[He's speaking to himself, a subtle hint of sarcastic amusement in his otherwise coolly bored voice.]

Ah yes, the semi-annual catastrophe. Right on schedule.

A bit lacking in originality, though. I believe the snowstorm motif has been done nearly to death.

Perhaps the planet is exhausting its meager supply of creativity.

[A long, considering

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[mongreldog]

[This one talks like Osborn... Interesting.]

You sound almost bored.

[shatteredempire]

Oh? Is there a spot of excitement somewhere that I'm neglecting to notice?

[mongreldog]

Not even slightly. But people are usually too busy panicking about the snow or whining about wanting to go home. Not many people sound bored.

[shatteredempire]

From that statement, I can only assume I've not suddenly found myself in the midst of intellectual giants. How fortunate for me, I'm quite accustomed to dealing with idiots.

[w_w_t_k_d]

You sound like you're used to getting sucked into mysterious snowy towns with no warning.

[shatteredempire]

Not precisely, though I'm rather well acquainted with the world descending into catastrophe at the slightest provocation.

[w_w_t_k_d]

Sounds a lot like my world.

Welcome to Bell Pointe. I assume you know the gist of what's going on, right? My name's Jaime.

[shatteredempire]

Perhaps they're all like that. A fundamental flaw in their creation.

I've got a general idea, yes. I'm Rufus Shinra.