one [accidental voice]

[imatreenow]

[At first, all that can be heard is indistinguishable muttering. It seems strangely distant. The words become increasingly clear as their source becomes apparently nearer to the journal. They sound as though they are being squeezed through tightly clenched teeth. It is a voice that may be chillingly familiar to some residents...]

It's not fair. It

Comments

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[fortunefail]

[!]

2/4

[fortunefail]

[That voice! It can't be!]

3/4

[fortunefail]

[It is him. Yuan was hoping he'd never have to hear that voice again, especially not in a New Feather context, but here it is. He sounds even more unhinged than the last time he was here. Damn those Malnosso!]

4/4 [... Not voice?]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan's not going to let his presence be known. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he'll just keep a close eye on what sort of responses Mithos will give to people. He needs to know just what they're dealing with. Hopefully, Kratos will do the same.]

[voice]

[whats_a_sneeze]

[Goodness, that voice sounds very distraught-then again, she was very worried herself when she first arrived not so long ago... She can also understand wanting to find one particular person most of all.]

The person you're looking for is probably still at home...

[voice]

[imatreenow]

[He hears the unfamiliar voice coming from the mysterious journal he had thrown against the tree, and he cuts off speaking. It doesn't take him too long to realize that the journal, then, must allow some means of communication, similar to a holo-projector.]

...Who is this speaking? [Just gonna ignore your well-meaning concern. His voice is cold and hard, but strangely empty.]

Re: [voice]

[whats_a_sneeze]

Ah, my name is Sayo. I arrived here recently, like you have.

[imatreenow]

[So this person has nothing to do with why he has been brought "here", wherever "here" is. Nothing to do with why he has been denied his heroic death for Martel's sake. They are inconsequential.]

[There is a pause. You can hear his respiration slowly calming as he thinks. What are the chances that this unseen person can be of any use?]

What is this place? [It sounds more like a demand than a question.]

voice

[ahappylie]

[!!! Someone who knows Martel? And seems to be either new or in distress, or both.]

Hello? You know Martel-san? Are you alright?

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[imatreenow]

[Martel? Martel?]

[voice] 2/2

[imatreenow]

[Such an odd question, someone addressing Martel as if they were on the same level as her.]

Shut up. You haven't the right to speak of Martel.

[voice]

[ahappylie]

[Hokay, volatile person. Good to know. Being a bit cautious now as he doesn't want to offend.]

I knew her, when she was here. We were friends.

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[You have no idea, Link...]

[Yet another voice. Who are these people? Mithos doesn't quite care. A better question: why are they even pretending to be concerned? They couldn't possibly understand.]

Why should I explain to you? [Ooh, just feel the bitterness.]

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[A very short and bitter ha!]

Don't make me laugh. What could you possibly know? Do you think you could even begin to understand?

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

[That voice... that's a voice he hasn't heard in almost two years, but there's no way he'd forget it either.]

... M-Mithos? Is that you?

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[...Someone knows his name. Curious. Sorry Johnny Yong Bosch, not important enough that he can remember your voice so well.]

I see no need to answer that question unless I know who asks.

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

It's Emil... don't you remember me?

[Voice] can't you feel the warm fuzzies?

[imatreenow]

I don't remember insignificant dogs very well.