Alright, so. Jumping into the river without checking how deep it is first is most definitely not a smooth idea.

But at least I got to swim a little~ Things are cooling down. I hope the seasons change soon.

Note to self; Never, ever, ever try to mix grenades and ethers while in an enclosed area. It will end badly.

Sleeping for two and a half days straight is most definitely not a good idea.

Well, right. Seems we've got two new gods, and... someone else. Anyone mind explaining exactly who he or it is? Bmayca damm sa fa tuh'd ryja yhudran Neffe uh uin ryhtc.

... Hey, Weiss.

I can hit a person's head with a wrench from thirty feet away.

Want a demonstration of that, too?

(OOC; Refer back to this entry. |D)

[Begin Recording]

(Silence for a few minutes before her voice comes in. She’s whispering, and it sounds as if she’s speaking too close to the microphone. Her words are hard to understand, as if she’s talking through tears.)

Can’t breath. Scratching sounds. Like claws on wood. From behind me. Don’t turn. It’s not real if I don’t turn. Count to ten.

One. Two. Three.

Oh, Shiva, cloth to snakes, snakes to ashes. Small room. Light’s too dim. Wants to sacrifice again. Lies, words. Such a monster.

Four. Five. Six.

Anything, anything, he’ll do anything. He’s insane, won’t stop until he finds them. His fault, not mine. Not my fault, not my fault. Tried to stop him. Really, I did.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

Wouldn’t talk. Wouldn’t give him what he wants. Made him angry, kept him away. Saved them. Guardian for a Summoner. Protect the Summoner 'cause that's what we do. Anything for the Summoner. Both Summoners, and the Fayth. Wants the Fayth, too. Don’t know why.

Ten.

(Recording cuts out – she broke the microphone.)

[End Recording]

(OOC; She’s not really crazy, she’s just been scared into random-babbling!mode. Seymour messed with her mind, and she’s all paranoid because she thinks that she told him something that’d lead him to Yuna or Braska. ): She’s hiding out in her garage, should anyone feel like finding her and calming her down.)

[Begin Recording]

(Sound of running, and the crunching of twigs and leaves with each footfall. She trips, and hits the ground with a hard thump. Scrabbling around on the ground, and the sound of nails scraping on wood. The next part is sung in a whisper;)

Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green.
Thy father’s a nobleman, thy mother’s a queen.

(Rustling of forest floor as she curls up, and the sound of a liquid dripping on to leaves.)

E’s cunno vun paehk cilr y suhcdan.

(Ragged breathing, and the sound of shifting leaves as she shivers uncontrollably.)

Please. Please don’t touch me. I’m going to scream. I’m going to scream. I’m going to... (Seven second silent pause. Beginning of a scream, but the recording is abruptly cut off.)

[End Recording]

(OOC; ... Yea, she's pretty messed up. Guilt can do that to a person. :/ Knowing that various people are mad at her, the little thief ran into the woods. She's got a nice long gash across her arm and torso (compliments of Kakashi), and it'd be really easy to just pick her up and take her to ShinRa. If anyone is interested, I'm free all day for logging~)

[Begin Recording]

Lyh'd... haat dras... (whimper)

Haat... Cid.. Brother.... pnudranc.

(thump as she falls)

Keyakku... kuha.

Kuha, kuha, kuha.

... mujan.

Cu syho.

(violent coughing)

[Trying to Reconnect...]

[Trying to Reconnect...]

[CONNECTION TERMINATED]

I think that this place might be an asylum in disguise.

I mean, when someone shoves you into a wall, says 'oops', and then walks away without so much as offering to help you pick up your tools, you know they must be insane.

Luckily that eteud was walking around by my garage. I hope some doctor is skilled at dealing with not-so-minor concussions. ♥

... I think there's a big storm coming. I hope.. it won't last long.

(OOC; Strike hackable, and I totally made up that person, just to have something to post. :D)