[Voice]

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[The message seems to come on mid-conversation between what's clearly a teenage boy and a moogle.]

- Like this?
- That's right, kupo. Just talk.
- Uh, o-okay. Thanks little Hummingway.
- I'm a moogle, kupo!
- M-moogle?

Um... this is Ceodore. Mother? Cid? Kain? Ursula? If you can hear this, I'm... I'm not sure where. It looks like a village. I'll find my wa- whoa! Is she for real?!

[There's a muted conversation, and the snippets that come through betrays the familiar sound of a Vieran accent. A very cranky Viera at that.]

W-wait! I'm not an intruder! I just got- I'll go once I figure out how.

[The sound of a warning arrow being fired whistles past the phone.]

Wh-what? N-n-no! Stop I'll- Whoa whoa WHOOOOOoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Tree branches are snapping following loud thuds as Ceodore topples off the edge of the treetop village and onto the unsuspecting Genomes below.]

Ow...

((ooc: Feel free to threadjack into anyone's response because it's all out in the open and fair game to see.))

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[voice.]

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Neither do I.

Mother, do you think... they're alright?

[They've got a lot of allies left behind and Ceodore's concerned. Especially for his father.]