[video] forward-dated to after sirens
[ the video feed is dark, and there's the sound of someone running: and a low, breathless laugh, though it sounds strained. ]
Lusa, fiend!*
[ there's a clash of metal and an inhuman shriek, then the sound of a body thudding against concrete-- though since the feed doesn't break up into static, it's reasonable to assume that the NV's owner isn't the one who took the fall. however, they aren't taking any chances, and it's a few minutes before the footfalls stop.
then there's light, though dim, and the video feed focuses on a calm, tanned face framed by blond hair-- and blood dripping down the side of his face from a cut on his temple. ]
So. This is not Spira. [ matter-of-fact, his voice is laced with a thick accent, though what exactly it is is hard to place. he stops to glance away as there's another shriek, interrupted by the sharp report of a gun, and he focuses on the NV once more, expression as bland as when he started. ]
However, it seems the fiends here prove to be as irritating.
As this is a CommSphere, I shall assume that Al Bhed may be found here. Huf fuimt pa y kuut desa du cbayg ib.**
[ the image blurs, and those who recognize it may hear the sound of a gun being cocked, though he continues speaking mildly. ]
If not, and if there is anyone else who can hear me, I would most appreciate directions to a more secure location. My ammunition is limited, you understand. Dying would be a most inopportune event.
[ * "Come, fiend!" and ** "Now would be a good time to speak up." ]
Lusa, fiend!*
[ there's a clash of metal and an inhuman shriek, then the sound of a body thudding against concrete-- though since the feed doesn't break up into static, it's reasonable to assume that the NV's owner isn't the one who took the fall. however, they aren't taking any chances, and it's a few minutes before the footfalls stop.
then there's light, though dim, and the video feed focuses on a calm, tanned face framed by blond hair-- and blood dripping down the side of his face from a cut on his temple. ]
So. This is not Spira. [ matter-of-fact, his voice is laced with a thick accent, though what exactly it is is hard to place. he stops to glance away as there's another shriek, interrupted by the sharp report of a gun, and he focuses on the NV once more, expression as bland as when he started. ]
However, it seems the fiends here prove to be as irritating.
As this is a CommSphere, I shall assume that Al Bhed may be found here. Huf fuimt pa y kuut desa du cbayg ib.**
[ the image blurs, and those who recognize it may hear the sound of a gun being cocked, though he continues speaking mildly. ]
If not, and if there is anyone else who can hear me, I would most appreciate directions to a more secure location. My ammunition is limited, you understand. Dying would be a most inopportune event.
[ * "Come, fiend!" and ** "Now would be a good time to speak up." ]