[Voice Transmission - Kefka 005]

[magicclown.livejournal.com]

[ Sounds of magic being flung around as an audible yawn echoes ]

Oh dear, oh dear, these monsters are slowly becoming a slow annoyance.

HELP ME! HELP ME PLE-

[ Sounds of magic are heard as the voice quiets ]

I swear, whether they're monsters or humans, they all seems to piss me off lately.

[ A sigh ]

Also, my fellow intellectual, I'm afraid this fool  may have lost your subject. He was an acceptable loss, all the boy did was prove how heavy a corpse he would be when he passed on. Though if it helps, the boy was left with nothing to defend himself with. If I were a merciful God, I would have saved him and helped him in his hour of need. But he was really starting to piss me off, so I left him to the wolves...figuratively and literally.

Oh, if only I could be there to see his anguish, his suffering, his absolute fear. I know it would be just...lovely. Never the less, this jester wishes [Sound of lighting] Wishes [Ice] wi-

...Hold on.

[Sounds of a giant inferno floods the background]

Where was I...ah yes, this jester wishes his sincerest apologies. But know, I will pay you a visit, I believe the two of us can...help each other.

[video post] - Vaan - Figaro/South Figaro Desert

[blond-joke.livejournal.com]

[static overwhelmes the screen for several seconds, before labored, hitched breathing hiccups over the screech and monochromatic fuzz. The picture clears into a harsh white - glare from the sun. Soon, too soon, thick red speckles the screen. A dirty, tanned hand attempts to wipe away what is obviously blood from the video transmitter]

S-someone pl--

[The remaining blood dries on the screen, and Vaan's face slides into view. He is not himself; his hair is matted to one side, streaked with caked blood that has likely been there for weeks. His eyes are completely bloodshot, a result of no sleep and dehydration, and his skin is uncharacteristically pale. Vaan's face is mottled with scars and bruises, and what is seen of his neck can only assume that the rest of him is in the same state. A gash on the side of his head oozes a fresh cut. Sweat dances down the furrow of his brow and his eyes are desperate, searching, unsure. Behind him, there are sounds of monsters prowling, screeching. Vaan's lips tremble and he staggers ungracefully into the nearest cliff crevice. He presses himself desperately in the gap.]

Help--anyone...pl'se... where'm I, f-fiends, 'vrywhere c-can't bre--- [he struggles, saliva sputtering from chapped lips]

Breathe...
 
[There is a clumsy choke and Vaan leans against the crevice, a look of unmasked grief taking over him. He's fully trembling now, of exhaustion and delusion.]

D'sert... help. Not m'ch.... l'nger... [the device shakes with the effort of clutching it in his bare hands]

C'nt r'member... 'nything....

who-- 'm I?

[ Irvine Video System - 004 (Accidental)]

[ladiesmanirvine.livejournal.com]

[ The device is shaky as it lands on the floor as monsters come all around. Irvine comes into view, crossbow in hand and firing at the beasts ]

Let's go everyone! We have to get out of here now!

[ People start to scurry away as Irvine continues to fight ]

Ah man [ Sees the device, and picks it up before putting it in his pocket ]

[Muffled voice ]

Selp- I hope y- back.

[ Sounds of crossbow bolts are heard ]

I alwa- got- back.

[Device falls out on the floor as Irvine lays there on the floor unconscious]

...

[Video times out]

[Video/Action]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia is near a window, opening the shutters a bit to peer outside. She frowns at what she sees, which isn't visible but the sounds of monsters and those fighting them can be heard.]

I -think- we're cutting into their numbers, but there's still too many. As though this winter wasn't hard enough on everyone....

[She trails off and stiffens, eyes widening. Then she turns, shouting to someone beyond video range.]

Get ready to open the door! We're about to have more guests.

[Glancing back to the window, she frowns.]

They're not going to make it....

[With that, the screen goes blank as she heads toward the door, ready to buy the group some time. Anyone in Lindblum is welcome to join/intercept.]