( This is his longest dream ever. Seriously. )

*Gale is seated outside, in a darkened corner of an alleyway. He holds a piece of broken glass in one hand, and has his other lifted to look over it in a kind of bizarre and intense curiosity. ...that particular hand is covered in bloody scratches, just as that piece of glass is covered in blood. Three guesses as to what he was doing.*....strange

( Acid? What is this acid of which you speak? )

*When the Dreamberry first begins recording, there's nothing but the sound of a light desert wind.

Then...

A loud, angry roar maxes out the sound on the poor little device. Someone has just found out that his newly appointed Leader and their usual charge have completely disappeared.*

*Surprisingly, Gale isn't his normal, linefacing self today. In fact, he almost seems...sad.*

Jenna...?

*There's a lot of static in this post, not to mention a lot of jostling around. The wind howls over the microphone, and a layer of sand and dust covers the screen. All is dark and silent suddenly, the Dreamberry still having fits of static. Gale's face appears finally, his skin covered in dust. He's been running--he's out of breath. But his voice ( Read more... )

*What's this?! Gale actually seems...a bit excited. Definitely happy!*

Comrades...

Cielo has returned.

( Awwwwkwaaaaaard.... )

*This is...not going to be easy, to keep his emotions restrained. It's obvious that Gale is angry, but also...sad. He pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath.*

Serph...

All we've found is some broken teeth.

And a great deal of blood.

*Gale...just feels like talking to someone. Anyone. Anyone who isn't part of his Tribe. The thought of not wanting to talk to them worries him, but...he just misses Cielo. A lot. He's taking the blue-haired Embryon's disappearance a bit hard.*

...Abel. You mentioned to Heat that "France" was your Tribe? Isn't it more like a...territory?