The Fierce Deity

That was rather an interesting carnival of a week past -- different from the one I last observed in Termina. I endeavored to return to it this week, but there remains no sign save the wreckage that I assume must be its natural state.

[There is some small shifting: the creak of leather and metal, the sigh of a couch spring. The feed is otherwise absent of background noises, the ghosts quiet for the time being -- in his apartment, at least.]

It begs the question: does this place bend even time? We know of... [a slight hesitance, as a word is considered, then:] ...discrepancies between those who hail from the same place, but I had believed it to be connected to whatever force brought us each here. Now, I am not as sure. And, as always, there is far too little information.

Link, I would speak with you especially of your thoughts on Time. [And from the inflection of his voice, the capitalization into a proper noun comes across as clearly in audio as if it had been written.]


[ Private to Angeal (flies_lopsided) || TEXT ]

I have not heard from you in some time, my friend. Please respond if you are able. I have assumed that you have either become separated from your Black Berry or are otherwise disabled.

I will be traveling your usual patrol this week; I know you to be familiar with the route and times. Please endeavor to give me some sort of sign if you are trapped; our two strengths should be enough to break any barrier that holds you.

[ /Private ]