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—Hey, Rabbit, what kind of fucking joke are you playing? Send me back, do you hear me? . . . Stupid idiot moron of a girl. This place... really goddamn dark, what the hell. Where's a fucking light when you need it? ...Wonder if anyone's here. HELLO?! REPLIES FROM THE LIVING ONLY, GHOSTS TAKE A NUMBER. . . . [irritated sound] Well, what to do, Ragna? Now I'm really pissed off. |
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the sound of footsteps stumbling forward seemed so abrupt in the hollowed room, his breath harsh for a few moments before he swallowed, trying to figure out--] Where's the fire? [the sound of twisting and turning this way and that could be heard, because he was terribly disoriented-- felt singed and sunburnt] Celes? ...Hello? [slumps to his knees, not recognising where he was and hoping that he hadn't just been sent back to somewhere-- back home. If anything, he hadn't wanted to abandon his friends in Nuadoria. There was another suspicion as well, but he wasn't ready to face it...] ...Where am I? |
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[ yeah just have a few crackles of static and then dead air. ] ... ( Voice//Filtered from CaimCollapse ) |
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[It's time to give sister a break, and he'll take responsibility this time, as apprehensive as he is to do so in any shape or form concerning the foreigners again (not that you could ever tell). It's not like before. Caim stands in one of the halls to the cathedral, and it feels rather empty. This entire place is, after all. He won't look for Itachi, but, that doesn't really matter. The other can hear him all the same.] I do hope you're ready to return. |
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[She looks -- exhausted, worn out. Drained out of every colour in her face, but here she is, still trudging in the all-too-familiar land that is Niflheim. Hairs stand on end, and she's as anxious as ever (all things considered, particularly the most recent event--), but now that she has the time, she has to bring them back. It isn't right for them to stay here any longer. Up ahead, the cathedral is looming closer. It only takes a few more steps, and then she's pushing the door open. Poke her head in and try to see who has taken refuge in this structure. (There's three of them, isn't there? But only two can go for now.)] Hello--? |
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[ It was several days prior that Itachi had left the sanctuary that was the cathedral -- leaving both Iggy and Eike to serve one another’s company -- as the Uchiha himself scouted throughout the environment that bore a mirror-like resemblance to the land he was in before the fist and sharp object had made its way into his chest. The creatures that were scattered along the area were quickly eliminated as Itachi swept through the land. A few of said unknown creatures erupted into flames as others were torn to pieces with ease. For a brief moment, Itachi sharply inhales, and he closes his eyes. The surrealism was almost overwhelming, being able to watch the others that did not meet the same fate as his own mutter with confusion – purposely Sasuke, with his overdriven concern for Itachi’s own well-being. But lips creased to let out a low sardonic breath as he leapt up a building and letting his soft, barely-audible, steps settled on the roof effortlessly. ] |
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This chapel really does feel safe. I wonder why. With this mild lull, I suppose I should write down a list of people that I am planning on seeing as soon as I am alive. Let's see... * Ganta. I hope he is free from where he is imprisoned, that Genkaku was able to listen to some reason. Perhaps, Dai or Caim were able to speak to him(?). I hope everyone is doing all right with the mirror demon. I don't want to see anyone else here... |
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[ Well yes, Itachi is dead. But even so, he lets out a soft exhale of something akin to that of relief -- no, he is not pleased with the outcome, but it could not be helped. But one way or another, he seems to be content with breathing properly once again.
Still, he doesn't say anything, instead he stands up with a hand to his head, and his once-blurred vision comes back to life as red hues gaze along the area before crossing his arms against his chest: simply waiting with his head lowered.
It honestly did seem as though death was the most effective cure for his illness (The irony was almost laughable), and for that, he can only let out a low breath. ] |
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Ganta is ... I thought he was looking for his friend. What happened? Genkaku! Give him back! If you don't -- I ... I don't want to see anyone else end up here. This isn't just for me, but for you too! Just think about what you're doing! I don't think he can hear me ... |
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