.: 096 | This isn't good ...
[the voice that speaks is calm and distant, and doesn't sound much like Luke at all]
He weeps ...
Sorrow which consumes him; the boy who cannot bring himself to accept comfort any longer.
Forgive me, my isofon ...
[the voice becomes more distant still]
And we might live by the blade but die by our wit, crashing to the nothingness for the might which we cannot blockade against.
[end recording]
[OOC: There is a heatless, smokeless Sacred Flame covering the entirety of the Ast building; the property is Diminish Fonic/Magical Defense, and anyone who it touches will be affected more severely by any form of magic, be it attack or statistically-changing. This also means that they are more susceptible to illness of any sort for the next day.]
He weeps ...
Sorrow which consumes him; the boy who cannot bring himself to accept comfort any longer.
Forgive me, my isofon ...
[the voice becomes more distant still]
And we might live by the blade but die by our wit, crashing to the nothingness for the might which we cannot blockade against.
[end recording]
[OOC: There is a heatless, smokeless Sacred Flame covering the entirety of the Ast building; the property is Diminish Fonic/Magical Defense, and anyone who it touches will be affected more severely by any form of magic, be it attack or statistically-changing. This also means that they are more susceptible to illness of any sort for the next day.]