ii. - [ VOICE ]

[baroqueworked]

[His voice is low, almost a purr just out of shot of the feed - it sounds like the device he's using is a ways off.]

From one prison to the next - Desert Spada.

[Something rushes in the recording; it almost sounds like an old-fashion car-engine revving up. It gets louder and louder, building in momentum until a sudden crash ends it all. The sound

Comments

[shinra_finest]

[Wince. Shudder. He hates that 'nails running down a chalkboard' sound.]

Way to go, smartass. Want to deafen us all?

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

You've got a tongue on you, don't you?

Voice;

[shinra_finest]

[Pause.]

Won't replace the ears.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Should I write you a check for the damages?

[cop_for_one_day]

...the hell? That sounds like a chainsaw.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

I promise, it is not a chainsaw.

[Voice]

[cop_for_one_day]

...mind telling me what it is?

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Sand.

[voice]

[rewindpendulum]

..Y-you were in a prison before?

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

It was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Voice;

[rewindpendulum]

That must have been terrible for you.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Mn. I would not say it would terrible - I'm was free before coming here.