eleven [voice] | backdated (like everything else I do) to the 5th
[The first thing the audio feed picks up is a thudding noise: it is the unfortunately familiar sound of a journal falling to the ground in the moment of chaos generally brought on during one of the kidnappings to which Luceti’s inhabitants are so prone. Directly following this is the tail-end of a command, given in a voice that sounds irate at best.]
--nd me immeditately!
[The ongoing sounds of struggle, muffled by the journal’s facedown position. Chance for escape is non-existent, but there is something to be said for Mithos's stubbornness. (A lot of things to be said, actually...)]
Martel! If you can hear this, don't worry about me; I'll be back soon! [He would have preferred to filter that privately, but...circumstances. Journal far down on the ground and him being captive and all. What is important is that she receives the message, even if he knows that she'll worry regardless. He can at least take some comfort in the fact that she is safely back at the house and far away from the Malnosso's droids.
More muffled sounds, difficult to discern, and then nothingness as the feed cuts out.]
--nd me immeditately!
[The ongoing sounds of struggle, muffled by the journal’s facedown position. Chance for escape is non-existent, but there is something to be said for Mithos's stubbornness. (A lot of things to be said, actually...)]
Martel! If you can hear this, don't worry about me; I'll be back soon! [He would have preferred to filter that privately, but...circumstances. Journal far down on the ground and him being captive and all. What is important is that she receives the message, even if he knows that she'll worry regardless. He can at least take some comfort in the fact that she is safely back at the house and far away from the Malnosso's droids.
More muffled sounds, difficult to discern, and then nothingness as the feed cuts out.]