[voice / action] locked from Garland, Kuja, Lufene - [Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

[She'd been hoping... she'd been hoping and praying to whatever gods or goddesses existed in this world that she'd been wrong. A first if there ever was one. Celes didn't normally want to think of herself being wrong. But this?

This she'd prayed for.

The answer she'd gotten when she returned from Memoria, when she'd finally gotten her courage up to call his phone... that clinched her fears. The dead signal, the moogles complaining that she'd cracked her Sky Phone and how hard they were to fix when they were that bad...

The general had nearly thrown the phone back in their faces. Luckily for everyone involved, all the static on her phone could pick up was the sound of her punching a wall in anger. Her voice echoed down the corridor and through the staticy phone, and a smear of blood remained, marking the place where Celes' frustration had been made known.

The next phone that was offered to her really was thrown across the room. The moogle that had brought it to her must have been new and didn't know not to anger her. So in her wild rage, she'd taken the Sky Phone and smashed it into the wall farthest from her. The moogle left in a hurry.

After that, she'd taken refuge up on the roof and that's where she can be found all night. Another brave moogle soul comes up to give her another phone. Having spent herself throwing things in a private room and wearing herself out, she takes the phone without response, curling herself away in a shadowed corner of the rooftop and letting the wind ease her aching heart.

Eventually, she uses that phone, clicking it onto voice feed. She can't bear to use video right now.]

...If anyone sees Locke... tell him... [what, that she misses him? That she's angry with Gaia for taking him right from in front of her?]

Tell him I'm looking for him.

[Her voice isn't strong at all. It's nothing like it normally is. Her tone is tired, aching, voice so quiet the phones almost don't pick it up at all.]

[Phone Call to Ursula]

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[So Ceodore lost track of time, okay? He really thought it'd be a quick walk to the exit, a little victory fanfare, and he'd be back to Narshe. No such luck as the memories keep dragging on. Worried about what's going on with Ursula, she gets a call. Unfortunately, it hasn't occurred to him that his parents might like the same courtesy.]

[Ring ring, Princess! Worried Derp on the line.]

[Video]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[The video feed is dim at first, but a moment later, the area is illuminated. Mjrn's face appears, wary and frowning.]

Is this truly Gaia? I see no moogles, and this location is not familiar...yet, the Sky Phone seems to function.

[She pans around, revealing a maze of passageways that some know as the Devil's Road.]

I have searched for an exit, but none is present thus far. And....

[She trails off, silent for a few moments as she heads forward at a swift pace, then her eyes widen. The screen pans over to a large Myrrh tree.]

A...tree? Here? How--?

[There's a shuffling noise nearby, and and the Viera woman readies her spear. She has to set aside the Sky Phone and for the next few moments, the sounds of combat are all that's heard.]

[action in Luca, locked to Yuna for now]

[waterblade.livejournal.com]

[Well he couldn't be too surprised - with all the things that had gone on since she arrived, the latest being the latest round of Memoria, Yuna hasn't seen the house yet, and Tidus is determined to fix that. Heck, he hasn't set foot in it either for over a month, and the poor cats were probably going to claw him head to toe for that. Or Dona would, at least.]

[So Tidus is leading Yuna by the hand through Luca, towards the end of the city that used to lead to the Mi'ihen Highroad, to one of the small houses typical of the city that were nestled up against the hills the island it was situated on possessed. And he's grinning ridiculously; he can't wait to show it to her.]

Almost there! Just around the corner, now.