Twenty-Fourth Strike - [Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Forward-dated to tomorrow afternoon.]

[Too many of her friends were gone - drafted. Too many. Too many people that she had strong emotions toward were fighting a new kind of battle. They were living dangerously, without any sort of luxuries, fighting to survive not just by day, but by night as well. It wasn't like the draft she could vaguely

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[voice]

[seraphgoddess]

[ Her head lifts up in recognition. That was Presea's voice. How long has it been since they last spoke to each other? It was probably months ago.

After what Yuan had informed her that he, Raine, and Sheena have kidnapped, she hasn't been in the mood to speak to any other people from her world. Although she mustn't be unfair to Presea and the others. They probably have no idea about the three's plans.

She forces a smile and speaks in a calm voice. ]

I believe Faeren is one of the spirits here.

[voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Had Presea know about, or been involved in, Mithos' kidnapping, she would have certainly favored it. She's always been one to hold a grudge, and vengeance, as terrible as it is, made her feel somewhat better. It's half the reason she wishes to return home so badly, to find her sister's killer and do them justice.

However, just hearing Martel's calm and familiar voice over the journals is enough for her to momentarily forget everyone else. Presea seems surprised and even happy to hear from her again.]

Martel! [She smiles, for the briefest of seconds.] Yes, others have informed me of Luceti's spirits.

[voice]

[seraphgoddess]

That was kind of them. I'm happy that you were able to get your answer.

[ Despite the feed being through voice, she can practically hear the brief smile Presea had. It would have been better if it had stayed, but the caterpillar must go through small steps and time to change. Hopefully, Martel will be able to see her soar as a butterfly in the end. ]

By the way, how are you? I hope you've been well these past few weeks.

[voice]

[not_klonoa]

[For a few minutes, the feed over the journals goes stiff with silence. How was she doing? Now? Well, to be honest, she was feeling awful because of the draft. Presea felt scared, frustrated, angry, and depressed. It was the reason she came out to the forest to train with her axe in the first place, to let some of that pent up emotion out. But she didn't want to burden Martel with her troubles, so she tell a half truth, though her tone of voice unmasks her.]

I have been...well enough.