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!

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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~]

I remember that this time, last year, I was in Purgatorium. It's been a while over a year, hasn't it? Seems like I've been here forever, though.

We had a ball, and I went with Kakashi. I danced with, well, everybody.

Sasuneac yna hela.

[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. :')]

[recording starts with a low, feminine groan. shifting of material-on-material. after a few seconds, all sound stops, and her breathing speeds up and becomes pretty shallow. suddenly, there's a scrambling, and her voice comes in, distinctly higher-pitched and panicky.]

Frana ys E?! What the—where's the—why am I not on the airship?

Brother, this had better not be one of your stupid games! If it is, so help me I'll damm Cid yht ryja res fruub ouin fundrmacc reta! Just wait 'till he finds out you left me on my own again. There's no way you'll get out of this one—not even Buddy will be able to save you.

[there's the sound of her taking a deep breath as if to continue, and then an abrupt pause. her tone becomes fascinated, curious.]

This is—rumo Shiva there is so much machina around here! Jeeze, whoever hangs out here has some great taste! I mean, look at these tools! [clanking of metal.] Jeeze, if Pops ever got in here, he'd about have a heart attack!

[the clinking continues, and eventually the recording cuts.]

Hm. I don't think a toaster oven is supposed to sound like that.

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Cred.

So many new people. ♥ Welcome to Purgaotrium, vnacrsayd~ My name is Rikku. I'm likely to employ most or all of you at some point or another.

Why, you ask?

Simple. Because not only do I run the only garage in this credruma, but I'm also the co— sole-owner of the Curious Cait Item Shop. Has a nice ring, yea~? I thought of the name. Anyways, I'm always hiring, so just drop by or let me know in some other fashion if you're in need of a job.

Right. ♥

In other news, I've decided on that tattoo. A dragonfly. A biomechanical dragonfly. I still need to find a parlor, but that's not the big secret. It's that you'll all just have to guess as to where I'm going to put it~

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.

[Voice Post]

(Yea, she's not even trying to stifle her sobs. So tons of crying here, and after a few seconds she subsides into hiccups. Then her voice comes in, strained and hoarse.)

Dr-drihtan. Mekrdhehk.

Garage n-not--

(Crash of thunder, followed immediately by a scream and more sobs. It takes her a few seconds to get everything together and speak again.)

Thylas. Ev oui t-tet drec. Ryda oui.

(More thunder, more crying. Recording cuts.)

[End Recording]

[Begin Recording]

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

WHERE AM I?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE'S BROTHER?! FRO YNAH'D E UH DRA AIRSHIP?!

BROTHER!

[End Recording]

(OOC; ... Have 15-year-old Rikku. ♥)