[ phone call - Cloud Strfe]

[pinkgospel.livejournal.com]

[Ring, ring, ring! Wherever you are, Cloud, you better pick up this phone.]

[accidental video]

[xbalthierx.livejournal.com]

[The phone has clearly fell from somewhere as it's angled from the floor of the engine room where Balthier is currently seated on what appears to be a crate. He's got what appears to be a part of an engine in one hand and a tool in the other.

For a few minutes, that's all there is to watch. Balthier is just quiet, the low hum of the engine is clearly too loud for him to have heard the phone hit the floor, since he's sat right by the thing.

After a moment longer, he stands and grabs another tool seating himself a moment later.]

You old fool... all you had to do was stay out of trouble and you could play with your infernal tools all you wanted.

[His voice is very distant, entirely unlike his usually friendly manner. Balthier sighs and puts the objects down in front of himself, folding his arms on his knees. He clearly looks upset, but he's not crying. He hasn't cried in a very long time, he's not starting now.]

Damn you, Cid... just when things were starting to seem right again you get yourself murdered by some... demon...

[The video continues with him sat like that for a few more minutes before he just picks up his project and continues silently. The transmission times out.]

[video- Filtered/Locked to AVALANCHE]

[chaos-vessel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: this is posted the morning after this. ]

[Vincent is not in the best state. His hair is wild and messy, not held back as it usually is by his headband. He's covered with small cuts, and there is dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He is cradling his head in his hands.]

I'm sure you all have your suspicions, after that announcement. [He sighs, and rubs his forehead as if trying to get rid of a headache.] I... lost control of Chaos. He is sated for now, but... eventually, it may happen again. Or one of the other demons might emerge. There is no doubt that if anyone sees my next transformation, they will make the connection that I am this demon of theirs, and will come after me.

I can barely keep the demons in check, any more. Chaos least of all. [He swallows hard, then turns his gaze unflinchingly to the camera.] If I transform again, you all cannot hesitate to attack. Kill me. I will not stand for having Chaos running amok on this planet hurting innocents, and if he takes over, I may never gain control again.

[A pause before he delivers his last piece of news.] I'm going to Wutai to meet with Sephiroth. Once that is finished, I may come back to Lindblum.

[ audio, various filters ]

[flameguardian.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to Selphie and Quistis )

( Filtered to Mjrn, Aerith, and Shelke )

( Filtered to Cloud )

[Video/Action Lindblum]

[lionwarhero.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on the edge of a fountain in Lindblum]

These days find myself in Lindblum far longer than I would have expected. Even with living here as long as I have, I still find a sense of awe that the airships yet fly. Before now, I have only seen the remnants of what I now know to be these fine vessels.

( Filtered to Sabin )

( Filtered to Refia )

[ anonymous text, GPS disabled ] BOMBS (and fireworks) FOR SALE~!

[piercedgloves.livejournal.com]

^{Demons getting you down? Pirates blockading your trade routes? Large mountains obstructing your progress? No problem!}

Bombs, fireworks, and other explosives for sale. Prices listed are for an average size; smaller bombs are 50 gil less and larger, 50 gil more.

Standard Explosives: 200 gil
EXplosive Explosives: 300 gil (contains more explosive elements)
Hell's Angels: 400 gil (contains fireworks)

Status Ailment Bombs: 500 - 800 gil.
* Lights Out: Blind/Darkness
* Blown Kiss: Charm
* Death Sentence: Condemned/Doom
* Acid Trip: Confuse
* Bad Day: Curse
* Bio-hazard: Disease
* Straitjacket: Disable
* Wait-listed: Gradual Petrify/Slow Numb
* Stone Shoes: Immobilize
* Medusa Glare: Petrify/Stone
* Snakebite: Poison/Venom
* Switch Flash: Reverse
* No Screams: Silence
* Pocket Sized: Size/Mini
* Nightmare: Sleep
* Chain-crawl: Slow
* Pime Taradox: Stop
* Touch You: Toad
* Voodoo: Zombie

Fireworks: Subject to order. All colors available.

Other bombs possible by request. All sales are final.

_{(( ooc: Status ailment list can be found here ))}

[Phone Call to Vincent]

[sixth-sefira.livejournal.com]

[Ring, Ring from Wutai, Vincent. The General is calling}

[H/W - **2 - Shoddy Video]

[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.]