distressedude: (The lives he left behind...)
2012-03-09 10:25 am

022 ~ [Voice]

--YNC!!

[Someone's journal has fallen to the ground in a struggle and gotten kicked open. The wind blows the pages around, so the camera isn't focusing very well. A droid appears for a brief second, carrying someone with green hair. He's not struggling too much. He knows better than to fight it.]

[The same voice that had just called out is now laughing. Or rather, it sounds like the same voice. They either both sound like Ion or like Sync, depending on who you're familiar with.]



[The laughing continues for a few moments... and then suddenly stops.]

[And then turns into very angry yelling as whoever had just been laughing also becomes a target for the droids!]



[The journal only picks up the sound of him kicking and screaming to get away from them, the camera angled towards the sky. And as they depart, the only thing left sitting in the plaza is Ion's journal and Sync's mask.]
distressedude: (Shoot for the moon!)
2012-02-28 01:37 pm

021 ~ [Voice]

[Even with the month of February coming to a close, the weather has still been rather cold. But that didn't stop spring from trying to make its way through, and even now, one could see the start of buds on trees around the forest. Appropriately bundled up for the weather, Ion rests at the foot of the largest tree in the cherry tree grove just north of the village. Taking in a long, steady breath, he absentmindedly opens his journal. When he speaks, it doesn't even seem like he's addressing the journal at first. His voice sounds distant; he's had a lot on his mind lately.]

I wonder what it would be like to live in Luceti longer than I lived back on Auldrant... so far. [Those last words are added rather hastily, like an after-thought. There's a wistful smile on his face.] Thinking about it used to make me feel sad... now I'm almost not sure what to think. It feels like the longer I'm here, the greater the chance is that I might start to forget things about home. The sound of the city bustling to life in the morning. The way the sun shines off the fonbelt in the sky at sunset. The faces of all the kind people I've met...

[He trails off before smiling a little more brightly.]

But I guess it really hasn't been all that long. [Two years in Luceti. Almost a year back on Auldrant. Nearly a quarter of the time he's been alive.] Besides, there are things here that I never want to forget as well...

[He trails off and looks off into the distance. The only sound for a few moments is that of birds chirping overhead. Aburptly, he looks back down at the journal.]

Ah. I think I lost track of where I was going with this. I'm sorry for rambling.