Ugh, what is with this flooding? My garage just can't take it! And everything's all damp... cred. I'm going to have to remodel again once this is over, aren't I?

Oh well. I was getting bored with the way this place looked, anyway~

[she groans, and her voice is pretty freaking pathetic-sounding.]

I think I'm getting sick—or I already am sick. I ache all over, and everything keeps spinning. I'd grab a potion, but every time I try to get up, I kind of uh, fall over.

[she sort of sniffles.]

My floor is actually sorta comfortable. After lying on it for like, an hour, I guess it has to be.

So I'll just wait for everything to stop whirling, okay? Then maybe I'll get up.

[recording cuts.]

Normally when I see something creepy-crawly that obviously doesn't belong in my garage, I let it go on its way. I just wait around until it's gone, y'know? Never met a bug who made me—okay, that's a lie, I have met bugs who've made me cringe.

But I've never really thrown anything at them, y'know? Mind you, this one was like, the size of my head, so I was perfectly justified in my actions. And now I'm out two perfectly good wrenches.

Ugh. I've been here too long.

( private to self, hackable to everybody except makubex. )


Looks like it's time to break out the ymlurum.

What the vilg is on my forehead?!

No, no, no, no! It's just... just cu drana! Shiva, Shiva, Shiva I need—vilg! Syga ed ku yfyo!

...

...

I'm going to be in my room all day. Drec cilgc.

[ooc; 8) GREED is stamped all nice and pretty on her face. we'll see about other indications later~]

[thunder and rain are clearly audible. her gasping breaths come at irregular intervals. sniffles, a few stifled sobs. thunder booms, and she screams. the recording is cut now and then by static, making all of it hard to understand. her voice is distressed, frightened, panicked, etc.]

Can't—hufrana du ku—need to—

[more thunder, and she screams again. a dull thump as she falls to the ground, and a sort of scrabbling sound as she crawls across the floor. she begins sobbing for real, and her words are strangled and almost whispered, muffled by some sort of cloth—a blanket, specifically.]

Syga ed cdub. Make it—make it—I don't want to hear it. Tuh'd fyhd du caa—tuh'd fyhd du drehg.

And all of them—dra aqbmuceuh—

[she continues mumbling inaudibly. the recording eventually cuts to full static.]

[ooc; I KNOW THIS IS EARLY but I don't know how much time I'll have online tomorrow, and I wanted to get this posted. :')]

This brings back horrible, horrible memories. I haven't seen this many people get killed since... well, since a while ago.

If anybody needs potions and the like, or a place to crash for a few days, I've got both.

... Well, it was only a matter of time. She was way too nice to be stuck here for much longer.

I suppose I'd better toss this in, too: The Curious Cait Item Shop will remain in business. Current employees will receive today and tomorrow off in order to pay their respects due to my partner’s departure. I'll see you all again on Monday. Pudding and I will be in charge from now on soon as she stops crying.

Right.


(OOC; Strikes hackable.) 

Drana'c... cu silr pmuut. E lyh csamm ed. Ajanofrana.

What the fuck happened.

[EDIT]

Whoever wants Mello's body, I've taken care of it.

Why... why would you ever...

It's not right. Not right. You can't end a life that easily, with petty reasons like, "it'll starve" or "I don't want it."

That's your responsibility, that of another life. Even not knowing who the father is, it shouldn't matter. You can't... you just can't.

Dryd zicd sygac sa celg. E tuh'd ajah... hu. Ed'c cu fnuhk.