002. VOICE -- TEXT

May 27, 2009 18:23

So it seems that I wasn't left out of this... what I can only describe as a ridiculous mess. My lapse in communication can be blamed on the fact that I've been hesitant to leave my back turned for even a moment. As I'm sure you can guess, there is a new resident in this apartment.

It won't stop destroying things. In fact, I think it's managed to chew through absolutely everything here. I've tried to scare it off by yelling at it, but it appears to be fearless. So much that I've come to suspect it's now just trying to provoke me for fun.

[ there's a crashing noise and some chatter in the background.

then a long, drawn out sigh. ]

This isn't helping my adjustment period. At all.



Researching this place while attempting to adjust to living here has been... complicated. This entire situation leaves me feeling so uncomfortable that it makes concentrating on finding a way out almost too difficult. (Not to mention I don't know where I should even start.) I've been keeping small notes of any anomalies I encounter -- basically, everything.

So far it's gotten me nowhere but in need of a bottle of ibuprofen.

Then there's the fact that some members of the Vongola are here. I can't believe I'd been so stupid as to actually speak to them without noticing. I can only hope that they didn't notice either? From what Gamma has said, it seems that people can be pulled out from any given time -- not necessarily all at the same time. Though that opens a pandora's box of time continuum issues that I could be better able to research was I back in my laboratory on Melone base.

I'm certain this is all karma related, on my part. It has to be.

Vongola being here only makes this more difficult. I should refrain from showing myself because of what damage that could do to the plan in motion, though because of this mess I couldn't even tell you if that will ever become a realization.

If so, then for the record: Tsunayoshi-kun, Hibari-kun. I'm sorry I failed you.

While it's much easier to hide in a corner of this unfamiliar apartment, face the wall and let myself succumb to panic attack after panic attack, I really don't have anyone else to rely on here but myself. Byakuran-san is... Byakuran-san and I really don't think I ought to trust Gamma. Or is it Gamma who shouldn't trust me? I don't even know at this point.

I should stop thinking like this for now. I'm making myself feel sick again.



Byakuran-san. Because of this, er -- new development, perhaps the building I'm residing in isn't the best place to meet.

bandits!, oh shou-chan, what kind of poke'mon are you

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