⇨ [Log oo1; Voice/Video]
[The feed begins with some scuffling of shoes on asphalt, but after a few moments of silence, a smooth, even voice is heard.]
... what is this place? It certainly doesn't look like the area outside of Tatroi. I didn't think this planet was capable of such a city yet, let alone for it to be destroyed...
[Another moment of silence.]
Edge? Reimi? Lymle? Meracle? ... where are they? There isn't any trace of Tatroi here, either. What could bring me to a place like this...?
[It's silent for a few seconds, and then there's a soft sigh, though not frustrated. Simply inconvenienced.]
I suppose the only thing to do would be to try to find everyone. No sense in just standing around, after all. Wherever it is that I have been brought to, I hope my translator works here.
[The sound of fabric being smoothed and patted, as well as a slight metallic jostling, can be heard. Suddenly there is the almost deafening sound of the PCD's microphone being scraped against the asphalt.
After a moment, that voice returns, giving a tiny, thoughtful noise. With a press of a button, the video feed clicks on, showing a slightly androgynous face, smooth skin, green hair, violet eyes. Oh, and some pretty strange-looking ears.]
... it seems to be some sort of communications device. Slightly primitive, but...
[The person looks around, cautious, and for a moment, that face that's remained calm and neutral... looks a little worried.]
... I wonder what planet this is. Could I have been taken to Earth? If I could only find Edge...
... what is this place? It certainly doesn't look like the area outside of Tatroi. I didn't think this planet was capable of such a city yet, let alone for it to be destroyed...
[Another moment of silence.]
Edge? Reimi? Lymle? Meracle? ... where are they? There isn't any trace of Tatroi here, either. What could bring me to a place like this...?
[It's silent for a few seconds, and then there's a soft sigh, though not frustrated. Simply inconvenienced.]
I suppose the only thing to do would be to try to find everyone. No sense in just standing around, after all. Wherever it is that I have been brought to, I hope my translator works here.
[The sound of fabric being smoothed and patted, as well as a slight metallic jostling, can be heard. Suddenly there is the almost deafening sound of the PCD's microphone being scraped against the asphalt.
After a moment, that voice returns, giving a tiny, thoughtful noise. With a press of a button, the video feed clicks on, showing a slightly androgynous face, smooth skin, green hair, violet eyes. Oh, and some pretty strange-looking ears.]
... it seems to be some sort of communications device. Slightly primitive, but...
[The person looks around, cautious, and for a moment, that face that's remained calm and neutral... looks a little worried.]
... I wonder what planet this is. Could I have been taken to Earth? If I could only find Edge...