This does not appear to be anywhere near Amegak-

[The voice is neutral at first, quiet and cool. A woman's voice, cultured and soft as she asses her obviously foreign surroundings.]

Wait. This room. This very building...I remember it. I had thought perhaps it was

[There's a softly drawn in gasp as true realization sinks in and Konan ( Read more... )

Altair-san. Bakura-san.

...You both have my thanks. I would have preferred to say as much in person, but it seems I was not able to before the...transition back h-

[There is a long pause there as she realizes she almost said home. Stony silence follows for a moment or more]

Please, excuse me.

[And abruptly, too abruptly, the feed ends.]

The sudden lull of mist and fog is...disquieting now that we know that the sun may shine once in awhile here.

As with most, I too am wary as to what this may herald.

[Her voice speaks of patience, quiet and calm, and now and then one can make out the sounds of paper being folded and set aside.It will do little...just an amusing legend, really. ( Read more... )

[Konan's voice is calm and even as she speaks, carefully measured so as not to put forth too much emotion that someone could read into. If one listens carefully, the sound of paper being folded over and over can be heard.]...It has become easier to acclimate myself than I at first thought possible, but survival is key here, as is adaptability. ( Read more... )

At least here...I can be certain that the sky truly is crying.

[The softest of sighs...and then the sound of paper folding once more]

I do not...feel well. Everyone else is fine.

...I think I will retire early, tonight.

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He is gone...

He will be fine, of course. Not even JUPITER will touch him.

But...

Ah. The cold weather has brought more than it's share of electrical problems as of late. I wonder how worse it will get before it is over.