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022; VOICE POST.
Does this city only work in extremes?
Either it's too loud, or it's too quiet.
( PRIVATE; filtered to Rikku. ) -
021; VOICE POST.
Are we fucking finished with the circuses and the light shows for awhile?
Not that that previous experience wasn't a colorful array of shits and giggles, but I'm pretty sure I can handle some good old fashioned silence, too.
Christ. -
020; VOICE POST.
[ The transmission cuts in with a sharp, static-like noise that eventually fades out to what sounds like some pretty heavy gd breathing.
Shattering of glass. Metal clinking over metal, and then the crunching of glass cracking more as it's stepped on.
Silence. ]
Fu --
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019; VOICE POST.
I'm getting a little tired of this place. Nothing really ever changes here.
[ Some shuffling, and then it cuts off with a long, even pause. ]
-- What the hell, Rikku. Did you sign me up to do bitch work? -
017; VOICE POST.
About time. Maybe shit will calm down now.
It's not like we need any other surprises, anyway.
[ And then, more quietly: ]
And where the hell has that bastard run off to?
( PRIVATE; filtered to Nill. ) -
016; VOICE POST.
Shit.
I don't think I'm ever going to get a break. -
015; VOICE POST.
I keep fucking losing people. One by one.
[ A loud, rattling slam. ]
Fuck this city.
-- And what the hell is going on? -
014; VOICE POST.
She's gone?
[ Silence. ]
Fuck.
[ A loud slam. Static, and then nothing. ] -
013; VOICE POST.
Yeah, could we not do that shit again?
Seriously.