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| Well this is new. It's not every day I get kidnapped. And to think, today was going so well too.
[After a few moments a petite red-head of a scientist appears on the screen with trees in the background. She looks less then thrilled. It wasn't everyday Washu came across things she couldn't manipulate and here she's encountered two in less than five minutes. Either someone out there was one hell of a genius or it will take a little longer than usual to try and figure her way out of this.]
Considering how well kept this place is, there must be intelligent lifeforms out here somewhere. So can someone tell me what's going on?
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| [In life and as a spirit roaming the Lifestream, with a strong enough will to interact with the living, Zack’s done and seen his fair share of strange things, but… this is new.
Before the video turns on, he inhales deeply, and that alone is enough to startle him. He’s breathing. Air in his lungs means life. But how? He’s been dead for two years now. How can he suddenly be alive again?
Oh, he read the brochure given to him. He understands - as much as any newcomer can - what's going on. It still doesn't help him shake the odd sensation of life in his body again, of being aware of all the little pricks and pains and discomfort of living.
But all his concerns are hidden away when he does finally switch on the feed. Instead, he boasts a cheery, if not slightly confused smile.]
Nice place you have here, but not seeing the sky is a little unsettling. Even underneath Midgar, you could see specks of it through the cracks in the plates. I really didn't want to be back in another cage, either.
[Although in some ways, it's almost like being back in the Lifestream. He can't decide whether he likes the comparison or not.]
Boy oh boy, this day took a turn for the weird. [How he went from being dead and knowing his friend was okay to alive and who knows where was beyond him.] By the way, anything else I should know about that's not in this handy dandy brochure? I'd appreciate it. [He gives a little wave before ending it there.] | |
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| [Who says old people couldn't blog late at night? Normally, this is a time everyone sane would be sleeping, and yet... somehow, it doesn't seem like the Lombax is willing to wait until a more decent hour. The feed clicks on--]( Visual reference under cut! )[And something is immediately different about the General.
Did you get a haircut.]Someone say something. [Right to the point, as always.
He shifts a little more to his right, the new, bionic attachment upon his head whirring in turn. Though the action makes the Lombax wince reflexively, there is a sense of exhausted accomplishment in his expression.]Actually, say it as quietly as you can manage. | |
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