vii. - [ VOICE ]
[There's the lulling sound of the ocean in the background; the usual groans of the day are there, but the distinct sound of water is far more prominent. For a while, the feed continues that way; it's peaceful if it isn't anything else.]
[Three minutes into the feed, there is a sudden rushing sound. For a moment, it sounds similar to wind and air, but it soon turns to the pitter-pattering of droplets. The droplets, though, sound more solid than anything else. If one has been introduced to a rain stick, the noise will sound very familiar.]
Mn. [Crocodile's voice is distant.] Perhaps - [The whirling sound is suddenly cut off. Then, the man's voice booms through the feed.]
Desert Spada-!
[The sound that comes through the line next is like nails on a chalkboard. It lasts only a few seconds before the feed finally cuts. Before it does, however, there is a faint monotonous laughter caught at the edge of the audio feed.]
[Three minutes into the feed, there is a sudden rushing sound. For a moment, it sounds similar to wind and air, but it soon turns to the pitter-pattering of droplets. The droplets, though, sound more solid than anything else. If one has been introduced to a rain stick, the noise will sound very familiar.]
Mn. [Crocodile's voice is distant.] Perhaps - [The whirling sound is suddenly cut off. Then, the man's voice booms through the feed.]
Desert Spada-!
[The sound that comes through the line next is like nails on a chalkboard. It lasts only a few seconds before the feed finally cuts. Before it does, however, there is a faint monotonous laughter caught at the edge of the audio feed.]