one.

[scartits]

[ A video feed starts of a young woman, hand splayed over the lens of the camera. You can catch a glimpse of her face-dirtied from the ash lingering in the air-through her fingers and right now, she’s looking pretty confused and aggravated. ]

“Use this?” How? There’s no instructions.

[ Naoto glares at her communicator, pressing random buttons to

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[dis_valentine]

You're in a city called Discedo. The ones responsible for bringing you and all of us here are scientists. Information on them, as far as I know, is vague.

1/2

[scartits]

...

[ Why is the machine talking to me, how is it talking to me, what is going on here, ahhhhh ]

Audio

[scartits]

[ And after a few minutes of button smashing, she's managed to get it to do audio replies. ]

...Forgive me, but that seems very hard to believe.

Audio

[dis_valentine]

Yet it has happened anyway.

[1/?]

[heinesangel]

[Text] [2/?]

[heinesangel]

Naoto?

[Text] [3/3]

[heinesangel]

Naoto! It's really you, isn't it?!

[Text] [1/3]

[scartits]

Nill?

+ Audio +

[2headedcerberus]

[There's a small grunt and some noise of shifting in the background, a certain albino is just waking up. Oh, have a yawn too.]

I take it you already have been informed?

+ Audio +

[scartits]

[ She hesitates, and when she speaks again her responses are clipped, abrasive. ]

For the most part.

+ Audio +

[2headedcerberus]

Then I don't have to say anything.

+ Audio +

[scartits]

You didn't need to say anything from the start.

[scartits]

...I'm capable of defending myself, if that's your concern.

[scartits]

...I see.

Thank you.