[Greetings, everyone. Today, you are treated to one redhead frowning down at his communicator like it was going to reach up and bite him any second. Of course, no such biting occurred, even though he kept twisting and turning the thing in his hands
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You don't have to shout!
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Whoa... someone's in my communi-thing?
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Inside it? No. I take it the technology in your own place and time is rather... lacking..
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Well... no, not lacking, just... not like this...
[Gives the communicator a shake.]
So if you're not in there, where are you?
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I'm on another world entirely.
You're in a place called Traverse Town. Everyone seems to start there.
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That doesn't make sense! How can you be on another world?! How can I be on another world?!
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I didn't say it made sense it just is.
[Sure he could relate that drivel the moogles always do but.. tch, let this guy ask a moogle instead]
Didn't you listen to anything the creature who gave you the communicator said?
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[He glanced down at the moogle, the phone following his movement, revealing the poor thing was still KO'd on the ground.]
Not really.
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LIKE I DON'T?!
I have to get back home! I've got a serious, serious job to do!
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...What did I tell you about volume!?
There might be no world to return to.. you have plenty of time.
Allegedly..
Just what is so important anyway?
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Wh-WHAT?! What do you mean, 'no world to return to'?!
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Our worlds have been consumed by darkness, or the heartless if you prefer. Neither term seems adequate.
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When I first arrived, I shared your skepticism.
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Tch... I'm the ambassador, dammit... I don't have time for this crap...!
[He let out another annoyed noise, before speaking louder.]
So what the hell are we supposed to do like this?
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