♛ 01 [ voice ]

[brief_as_sunset]

[ There’s the heavy pitter-patter of the storm filling the quiet as soon as the N.O.C. is clicked on; it’s loud enough to hint that someone’s outside, but still under something, somewhere, out of the rain now. The noise, like static, stretches on for a moment as the only sound before - ]

What am I supposed to say?

[ -- a mutter. ]This is too

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[Voice]

[_devil_inside]

It's workin', kid. Better get in outta the rain. Storms get shitty around here.

[Another new one? Great. Dante just sighs and rolls his eyes, unseen.]

[Voice]

[brief_as_sunset]

[ Okay, he's a little surprised it's working, have a muffled 'huh' at the first response. ]

Yeah, I'm working on that. They sorta pointed me to a couple places I guess.

[Voice]

[_devil_inside]

Better hotfoot it. Last time we had a storm, the damned building fell down.

[Voice]

[brief_as_sunset]

You're serious? [And there's a little motivation to get to moving. Already, there's a rustle of movement.] What a mess...

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[russianfuck]

Heh, so that's what you call it.

No one even bothered telling me that.

|| voice ||

[brief_as_sunset]

Seriously? That's what those weird guys called it. I just figured they knew what they were talking about.

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[russianfuck]

I don't make jokes, kid.

Huh, those men in white weren't so pleasant to me then.

|| voice ||

[brief_as_sunset]

[ He's frowning at you, shame it doesn't show up via voice. ]

You know, I wouldn't say they were pleasant. They just told me the essentials of this weird place.

[ voice ]

[flurryflame]

[ Damn NOC has him hearing crap, has him hearing the rain, static, wind, whistles, Roxas, scratches, ROXAS.. !! ]

Ah..?

[ He reaches for the communicator and fumbles it, dropping it to the ground before picking it back up again. If he had a "heart" it was damn well skipping beats and he was finding it a bit difficult to breath. ]

Roxas!?

[ voice ]

[brief_as_sunset]

Axel?

[ Immediate, quick identification the rain only playing as back drop. A shred of familiar when everything else isn't has that little tilt of disbelief in his voice. ]

How did you get here?

[--with that tone of disbelief comes the hint that he's not entirely convinced the other is here under the same circumstances.]

[ voice ]

[flurryflame]

What? What!

[ Grabbing the NOC, you hear him padding across his room and opening that door of his with a definite swing. ]

Where are you?

[ Down the hallway, down the stairs and heading for the front doors of his apartment building. Yes, he's already on his way! Just need to know where that way will have him go. ]

[ voice → video]

[brief_as_sunset]

[ Yeah, there's a pause, before he's distracted and there's some tell-tale fiddling with the NOC on his end. ]

Uh, not too far from the clinic.

[ A second later and, presto, video. It's aimed away from him, intentionally and he spans the area, showing the corner of one occupied house and the front of the chapel. ]

Got a clue where this is?

{ voice }

[blckblooded]

If this is what you dream; you are seriously disturbed. And I don't mean in the fun sort of way.

{ voice }

[brief_as_sunset]

It's not like I want the weird dreams, you know.

[voice]

[panterakitten]

The sky is crying. Little mister should get out of the tears.

[Whiiiine] Sebast doesn't like when the sky cries. D calls it "rain".

People say hello when they are suppose to say something.

[Clicks of claws on the sides, probably rolling around with it again] No, not dreaming. No rain in Sebast's dreams.

[voice]

[brief_as_sunset]

Ah...

[ A little confused at the tone here, at the background noises. It kinda sounds like claws--]

I think, if this were a dream, I'd be awake by now.

Are you-- Sebast?

[voice]

[panterakitten]

Sebast can never wake up from bad dreams.

[More scratching]

Yes, Sebast is Sebast.

[voice]

[brief_as_sunset]

Yeah, I know how you feel.

Okay then, Sebast. How long have you been here?