[Sometime early in the morning, a terminal clicks on.]

[Tsukasa's voice is very shaky and keeps fading in and out. There's also a sound like a chair creaking.]

I... oh... that... wasn't... I'm...

I'm b... back... oh...

I... I... that... [He breaks off, crying for a few moments.]

N... no... I j... I... oh...

Th... that... I...

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( Private//Unhackable )

Where... ?

How did I get here? The last I remember, I was in the church...

I'm... sore all over.

Why did I go back there? Why do I keep going back?

[The microphone clicks on, and there's about half a minute of heavy breathing before there's a voice that comes through.]

A-ah? Demyx? Zexion? Somebody?

I th-think I need to... ah... [There's a small whimper.] g-go to the clinic.

I u-used up all of my magic...

S-somebody... anybody... please!

[The microphone clicks off.]

[[ooc; Okay fine. ( Read more... )

The puddles here are kind of frustrating. I keep having to dry my robe.

( Private//Hackable (but difficult) due to distraction. )

I need a job before I get my spells back, right?

... I don't know what kind of job I could do.

( Private//Unhackable... Except by Citrine. Because he doesn't mind her. )