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.

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.

... Well. That was almost a waste of time. Running off like that. Hmph.

But she got a few good hits in. Tricky girl. Not as tricky as me, though. ♥

Note to self.

Putting a metal spoon in a microwave is not a good idea. Thanks for that one, Claire.

... Caluht huda du camv.

Crnybham rindc mega y pedlr.

(OOC; Strike private//unhackable to Claire + her man army. ;D)

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(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.)

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[Begin Recording]

(Mumbling, and then the voices become audible.)

Riku: I can walk by myself.

Rikku: Yea, yea, quit your belly-aching. It's not like you don't enjoy piggy-back rides.

Riku: (Coughing.) I... just... let me down. .. I-I have to help Sora close the--

Rikku: ... the hell? There's nothing to close around here except the garage door. (Low grunt from her, and then a door slams. She kicked it shut, all ninja-style.) 'Sides, it's not like you're in a condition do to much of... anything.

Riku: The door - that's exactly what... have to... get there... before Ansem does. (Another hacking cough; he's now breathing quite heavily, and sounds somewhat panicked.)

Rikku: Just shut up and let me... (Thump as he's set down on the workbench. She lets out a relieved sigh.) Now, let's see if I can-- ... Riku. You're... dripping blood. On my wrenches.

Riku: (Hollow laugh, although a quick, muffled yell into his palm cuts that off.) ... I feel very sorry for your wrenches. My blood isn't the best varnish.

Rikku: (Amused snort.) Chyngo zylgycc. Yea, okay. Let's just stop your bleeding before they're permanently stained.

(Their voices grow lower, hers almost to a soothing murmur. A few gasps of pain from Riku before the recording cuts to static.)

[End Recording]