ℵ 11 ℵ
[Accidental Radio Transmission]
[A burst of static rocks the airwaves, then settles gently into the sound of blowing wind and the scuffling of enormous claws on bare earth, rustling feathers and the occasional good-natured "wark!" For several seconds, this peaceful ambient noise continues uninterrupted.]
[Then, the pastoral quiet is shattered by the long creak of a metal gate swinging open, and human footsteps crunching on the sandy ground. There is a growing sound of uneasy "wark"ing and the rapid scratching of many trotting feet, as if the chocobos are fleeing en masse to the other side of the paddock.]
Hey! Don't run away! I'm nice, I promise! [Pause.] What did they call you again? Chocobos? Heeeeere, chocobos! Nice little chocobos, just stay right there and let--hey! Hey! Stand still! Quit--I said, stand still!
[The shuffling and warking has turned gradually into a frantic fluttering, scratching and WARK WARK WARKing, and at the girl's frustrated shriek, it goes audibly out of control, turning into noisy animal chaos. Over the clatter of the metal gate banging against the fence and the cacophony of large, escaping flightless birds, she can still be heard yelling:]
Come back heeeere!
[Nearly every chocobo in the paddock is now loose and spreading across Melee Island towards the bridges. Who knows where they'll end up, or what shenanigans might ensue? Sphere, you have been warned. Marbles will be paying no attention to noises coming out of the radio, but her journal is here.]
[A burst of static rocks the airwaves, then settles gently into the sound of blowing wind and the scuffling of enormous claws on bare earth, rustling feathers and the occasional good-natured "wark!" For several seconds, this peaceful ambient noise continues uninterrupted.]
[Then, the pastoral quiet is shattered by the long creak of a metal gate swinging open, and human footsteps crunching on the sandy ground. There is a growing sound of uneasy "wark"ing and the rapid scratching of many trotting feet, as if the chocobos are fleeing en masse to the other side of the paddock.]
Hey! Don't run away! I'm nice, I promise! [Pause.] What did they call you again? Chocobos? Heeeeere, chocobos! Nice little chocobos, just stay right there and let--hey! Hey! Stand still! Quit--I said, stand still!
[The shuffling and warking has turned gradually into a frantic fluttering, scratching and WARK WARK WARKing, and at the girl's frustrated shriek, it goes audibly out of control, turning into noisy animal chaos. Over the clatter of the metal gate banging against the fence and the cacophony of large, escaping flightless birds, she can still be heard yelling:]
Come back heeeere!
[Nearly every chocobo in the paddock is now loose and spreading across Melee Island towards the bridges. Who knows where they'll end up, or what shenanigans might ensue? Sphere, you have been warned. Marbles will be paying no attention to noises coming out of the radio, but her journal is here.]