[Video]
[His voice carries an alien worried quality to it, something quiet, almost subdued. He sounds like a man who wants and needs answers but is afraid to actually receive them.
[Amusing, really, because that is exactly what he is.]
Has anyone seen Aerith? About yeh high --[As he turns on the video post, the depth of his worry is cemented simply from the way it's etched deep into his fluorescent eyes. He raises his hand up against him, an approximate marker for her height, before dropping it away again.]. Prettiest girl you've ever seen. Long, long hair usually pulled up in a ribbon, wears pink, has a way with flowers and healing. Kind voice, that sweetly musical type of tone. Thing is, I haven't seen or heard from her in awhile, and-- [His face is an open book, the words printed in bold font size 76 for everyone to read with ease: With The Killer And The Monster Out, Who Knows What Could Have Happened.]
--I'm worried, is all.
[Really worried. Time for a change in subject, though the matter isn't any happier.]
So, I hear everyone had their own visions of the mist a few days ago. Does anyone know if it could have been real? Like really happening back home? Because sometimes-- [Stops. Silent. Continues.] --sometimes, things come true here.
[He doesn't mention the dreams he has, but he's thinking. Damn right he is. He says one last thing, a minor personal piece before turning off his communicator.]
Note to self: pick up more food for Gil when I'm out.
[Amusing, really, because that is exactly what he is.]
Has anyone seen Aerith? About yeh high --[As he turns on the video post, the depth of his worry is cemented simply from the way it's etched deep into his fluorescent eyes. He raises his hand up against him, an approximate marker for her height, before dropping it away again.]. Prettiest girl you've ever seen. Long, long hair usually pulled up in a ribbon, wears pink, has a way with flowers and healing. Kind voice, that sweetly musical type of tone. Thing is, I haven't seen or heard from her in awhile, and-- [His face is an open book, the words printed in bold font size 76 for everyone to read with ease: With The Killer And The Monster Out, Who Knows What Could Have Happened.]
--I'm worried, is all.
[Really worried. Time for a change in subject, though the matter isn't any happier.]
So, I hear everyone had their own visions of the mist a few days ago. Does anyone know if it could have been real? Like really happening back home? Because sometimes-- [Stops. Silent. Continues.] --sometimes, things come true here.
[He doesn't mention the dreams he has, but he's thinking. Damn right he is. He says one last thing, a minor personal piece before turning off his communicator.]
Note to self: pick up more food for Gil when I'm out.