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(Voices, but they're hushed. After a few moments, they rise and the speakers are easily recognizable.)

Gippal: --ell me I can't talk to anyone?

Baralai: (His voice is odd, and gets more distorted as he speaks.) Not anyone. Just her.

Gippal: What is wrong with you, 'Lai? It's not like I've never talked to her before.

Baralai: ( Read more... )

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(Classic chemistry sounds; bubbling liquids, hissing of a bunsen burner, clinking of glass. When she starts speaking, her voice is obviously muffled by something, and her breathing can be clearly heard going through some sort of filter.)

Y'know, I've always wanted to do something like this. (Breath.) Pops never let me, though ( Read more... )

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(Clinking of metal on metal. Obviously, she's in the garage, working on... something. ... Let's say a bomb - she likes bombs. Doesn't everyone like bombs? Anyway. When her voice comes in, it's thoughtful.)Y'know, lately I've been thinkin'. And I ( Read more... )

... vilg. I feel like a vilgehk chocobo kicked me in the head.

. . .

. . .

But it was still fun~ Hope everyone liked our... presents.

. . .

So. Hey, Baralai~ Welcome to Hell the club. ♥

... Sorry.

I didn't--

I wasn't trying to--

... Sorry.

Hey. Thanks for watching out for me. Guess things don't really change, no matter how old we get, yea?

... ( Read more... )

... but I suppose there's been little need until recently. ShuRa is fully established as its own independent company. Wesker is presently in custody - though I'm sorry to say it ultimately involved very little strategy ( Read more... )

It's times like these that I'm glad my alcohol tolerance is better than a shoopuf's ( Read more... )

. . .

No.

I'm so vilgehk stupid.

(OOC; Rikku and Kakashi have officially ended their relationship - see this log, which Aya and I were too sad to actually finish. ;~;)

... Hey, Weiss.

I can hit a person's head with a wrench from thirty feet away.

Want a demonstration of that, too?

(OOC; Refer back to this entry. |D)

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(Silence for a few minutes before there’s a giggle, courtesy of Rikku.)

Okay... Drec ec cu yfacusa~

(Riku’s voice cuts in, slightly muffled.)

... Uh. The gloves, too? And the-why the fuck do I have to wear a bow?! And-- tights? What the hell, Rikku?!

(If eye-rolling made a sound, it would be inserted here.)Well, you ( Read more... )

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(Silence for a few minutes before her voice comes in. She’s whispering, and it sounds as if she’s speaking too close to the microphone. Her words are hard to understand, as if she’s talking through tears.)Can’t breath. Scratching sounds. Like claws on wood. From behind me. Don’t turn. It’s not real if I don’t turn. Count ( Read more... )