This is the third time. You think that he’d learned after the first two. Stupid boy.

Sygac sa fuhtan fryd ra tet dryd E teth’d.

It's getting warmer outside, right? And a lot of my machina needs to be cleaned because it's all grease-covered and stuff. Not that I mind engine oil, believe me - I like being a dirty girl. It's just that I don't like waking up in the middle of the night, going down to my garage to rearrange my wrenches, and slipping on the floor. I mean, I have bruises all the way up my back!

So I'm going to enlist some nice, strong boys to help me move some of it outside so I can hose it down. Soon as I find a hose. ... Or a water pump of some kind.

Cdibet asbdo nejan.

Right, anyways.

Nice, strong boys. I'll pay you~

♥ And maybe give you a job, to boot. The Curious Cait is still hiring, y'know. Oh, and if any of my girls wanna come too, feel free. You know who you are~




(OOC; All strikes hackable. ♥) 

... Well. Thanks for letting me crash at your place, Claire. Might be there again tonight. Depends on how mad I get when I see certain people.

Right. ♥

E's kaddehk duu umt vun drec. ... cred, E cuiht mega Cid.

(OOC; Strikes private & unhackable to Claire only. And anybody living with her, I suppose~)

[Begin Recording]

(Loud metal-on-metal as she bangs tools around her workbench, not caring what goes where. Muttered cursing, and then she suddenly bursts out, obviously frustrated and hurt.)

This is getting so damn old. I don't even know what I did! Talked to his mujan? So do other people! It's not like I'm going to go after him, or anything. He's a Yevonite! That might not mean much to either of them, but... but it does to me! It still does, even though it shouldn't, because that's being hypocritical and I don't like being a hypocrite because... because...

(Pause, and then she takes a shaky breath. Furious cry as she throws the wrench across the room. Shattering glass as the tool goes through a window.)

It's just not fair. I-I tried so hard, y'know? I did what I could, hoped it would just... go away. Why can't it go away? All of it.

That would just be so much easier.

(Silence, and then she gives a disgusted, "Tch." Footsteps, and the recording cuts out abruptly.)

[End Recording]

Ball, ball, ball. ♥

Fuhtan ev E luimt luhjehla-- hyr, bnupypmo hud.

... hm.

... Cred, so lracd rindc.

I'm... gonna hang out up here for a bit, alright? Until things calm down, or whatever.

Oh, yea.

If anybody tries to kill either Gippal or Baralai, you'll have to deal with me.

Right. So, anyway. I'm back now, and ready to accept all your tears of adoration and declarations of undying love~








(OOC; She's forgotten that Vegnagun was beneath Bevelle, just so you all know. ♥)

[Begin Recording]

(Voices, but they're hushed. After a few moments, they rise and the speakers are easily recognizable.)

Gippal: --ell me I can't talk to anyone?

Baralai: (His voice is odd, and gets more distorted as he speaks.) Not anyone. Just her.

Gippal: What is wrong with you, 'Lai? It's not like I've never talked to her before.

Baralai: That was before - this is now. And I'm telling you to stop.

(Floorboards creaking from above, and muffled footsteps.)

Gippal: Cred, you woke the sandbrat up. Just... go, all right? We'll deal with this later.

(Sliding of metal-on-leather as a gun is drawn, then a click as it's cocked.)

Gippal: Baralai!

Baralai: I told you to stay away from her. But you didn’t listen.

(A few seconds of silence, and then the sound of another gun being drawn and cocked.)

Gippal: Put it down, 'Lai.

Rikku: (Groggy.) Hey, what's goin' on do— (Abrupt pause, and she sounds more awake.) ... Why do you two look ready to blast each other's faces off?

Gippal: Rikku, go back upstairs.

Rikku: But-

(Shifting of weight, and clicking of metal-on-metal.)

Baralai: (His voice is even more distorted now, darker and more cynical.) Do as he says.

Rikku: Get that gun out of my face, and maybe I will!

Gippal: (Frustrated.) Baralai, put it down. Rikku, crid ib.

Rikku: Tuh'd damm sa du crid ib frah dran-

(Gunshot, and a masculine shout.)

Gippal: (Obviously panicked.) Rikku! Bara--!

Baralai: She should have learned. (The "stranger's" voice is more prominent now, taunting.) Are you really going to shoot me, Gippal? Shoot him? (Baralai's voice becomes the more audible of the two, but holds the same tone.) I'm your best friend, Gippal.

(Instantly following Gippal’s name, there’s a gunshot, and the recording quickly becomes nothing more than static, though the sound of someone running is heard just underneath the white noise. A mechanical pop and fizz cuts the recording.)

[End Recording]

... vilg. I feel like a vilgehk chocobo kicked me in the head.

. . .

. . .

But it was still fun~ Hope everyone liked our... presents.

. . .

So. Hey, Baralai~ Welcome to Hell the club. ♥






(OOC; And I forgot to mention; she doesn't yet know that Kakashi is gone. So someone can mention that to her, if they want~)