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[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

[It’s a shaky feed and emitting a heavy panting from the man who’s holding said phone. There’s no shot of him however, but a dirty brown boot and green paratrooper pants. The video is then directed at the busy-looking little town of Lindblum. And he’s obviously far away for where he should be.]

That’s…. Lindblum, ain’t it? [Heavier breathing, as if talking that little bit wore him out. Then a coughing wheeze came over he and the speakers, the view swinging down to the ground to view shoes and a toppled over shadow.

A moment later, he’s back up, clearing his throat and throwing around profanities.] Goddamn… P-O-S body... outta gil… no smokes… bullshit. All’a it. [He grumbles some more before turning around and looking around him; forest.]

Well. Hot damn. That looks like a nice a’nough tree … See ya guys in the mornin’!

[The feed cuts off there, shut off in his pocket.]

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[marquisofthesky.livejournal.com]

The raksas, fiends? I am quite certain you've ran into a few beasts during your travels. Such fiends tend to linger within the forests at night in search for prey, so perhaps it would be wise for you to press on.

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[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

Kinda avoided the whole lot. Ain't that hard when ya know what ta look fer.

But I ain't goin' no where, I gotta buddy pickin' me up. Don't think somethin'll run inta me by then. 'Sides. I do my best under a lit up night sky.