001 - [Voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[Solidify; a twist of the void, a green flame-like stream dances before his eyes. Feeling returns first to the elbows and knees - sensation itself alien; the touch of something soft against aching extremities. The scent of...scent. Quivering fingers light on cold plastic, musing out the shape of a small box. A PHS?]

Urgh...This-

[His voice breaks

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[voice]

[tracedmemories]

[her voice is weary, to the point of exhaustion. she sounds almost disoriented--she's been connected to her SND almost all day and it's wearing on her]

Is this--

Dr. Hojo...?

[voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[Visual system still unresponsive, but there was a small mechanical voice at his ear. The PHS was speaking.

He was being addressed.]

...

...That is hardly the correct way to begin a conversation, little miss.

[His voice is soft, each word broken by heavy breaths.]

Now...repeat after me, and fill in the gap... 'Hello. My name is-?'

[voice]

[tracedmemories]

[audible intake of breath. Shelke swallows, forcing herself to take a step back from the situation. her voice is cold when she speaks again.]

I would, Doctor, but as I recall you took that from me.

[voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[She has a nice voice - in his current state it resembles the wavering tones of a dream-induced apparition. He laughs, the effort exhausting. His soul settles slowly into a once-more collected existence.]

I'm afraid...I'm not up for answering to accusations just yet, little miss. I-

[Another wretched cough turns into dry retching. A few moments pass, as he attempts to regain control.]

I...don't know what I am. Perhaps you could enlighten me.

[voice]

[scarleteden]

[ A soft breath of laughter crosses the audio-communication device; distant, cruel and utterly Genesis ]

Well, now.

[eco_terrorista]

...I know this voice.

Who are...--?!

[an almost audible wince as she catches a glimpse of past memories]

You.

[voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[A click, then silence, broken a moment later by another young female voice. He is starting to dream again, eyeballs pressed to the back of his head, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, body pressed to the thin carpet below him.]

Back again...? No...not the same voice. Who is it this time? No one bothers with introductions...anymore...

[Slow, jagged breaths. The floating sensation of waking is steadily being replaced with pain with each passing moment.]

[voice]

[eco_terrorista]

[Her voice is uneven, as she's trying to restrain the onslaught of traumatic memories.]

You... You are the scientist from the Mansion, are you not?

[For a moment her breathing sounds almost labored, though a slight edge of panic differentiates her pained breaths from his.]

[voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[Mansion? His hands give an involuntary twitch. They are unwinding him, piece by piece, these chime-like whispers from a ghostly past.]

Perhaps I am...perhaps I'm not. It hardly seems...important at this point.

...

I've lost. Nothing is worthwhile any longer.

[His head lolls to one side, and he is silent.]