[She wishes they could wait, give those who have just returned from the Tower's latest trial time to recover. But if the administrators are going to continually interfere like this, then time is of the essence.

The feed clicks on to show a very businesslike Princess of Hyrule.]

Near the end of May, myself, Gandalf, Fi, and Xion approached several of you regarding the creation of an organized effort to gain a greater understanding of this place and the administrators that control it, as well as finding a way to return to our homeworlds as we remember them. ... Unfortunately, progress has been delayed since then due to interference by those same administrators.

But no longer.

In one week's time, we shall be holding a council to discuss productive-- [i.e. not killing everyone, Goddesses above] --means of dealing with our current situation. If you wish to join such an effort, and are willing to debate such things in a peaceful manner, then you are welcome to attend.

If you require further details, please contact one of us four.

Thank you for your time.

[But she pauses, and then--]

... To those who were victim to our captors' latest trial: it will be... understandable should you wish to rest and regain your strength instead. I will see to it that you are informed of the results of the council, if you are still interested in it.
18 July 2012 @ 09:36 am
[ After much hesitation on his part to even look at the odd device given to him by his captors, the proud marchwarden allows his curiosity to get the better of him. He tinkers with this odd stone for a moment or two before his confused image suddenly appears upon screen. Looking quite unsure and almost fearful of this object, Haldir speaks in a low hushed tone. ]

Mani naa ta? [ He murmured to himself, not entirely sure if this weird stone was active or not.] I've seen anything like it before...

Is this some sort of sorcery?

[ Still studying this odd thing with curious gaze, Haldir accidentally sets the communicator upside down as he speaks into it. ]

Hello? Does this ridiculous thing truly work?

[ A frustrated sigh escaped him as he rests his chin in his hands. ]

I see no point in these devices. Are we meant to use them for our amusement? If so, I am not easily amused.
[Chidori settles in front of the camera, a slightly distracted air to both that motion and the way she adjusts the camera away from her eyes. She's short and to the point at first, but as she continues, voice getting sharper by degrees.]

Dualscar appears to be missing from the tower.

[A pause, because that's all she meant to say, but-]

If our dear administrators have done something with him, it would be wise to let me know. Otherwise I will presume you have returned him as you once did me.

Either way, it was an unwise choice to make.

[She really hates all of you.]
17 July 2012 @ 02:46 am
It's a bit to take in. The entire world is gone... or my world.

And all I got to console myself is with this fuckin' oatmeal bullshit.

These people really don't know how to treat anyone, do they?
[ World-ending super Meteors? Spiritual remains of the Big Bad? Big Bad himself? All these Cloud could face without losing his cool, but this has him squirming a little like the young Cadet he once was. Have him sort of fidget - scratching the back of his head, looking away from the terminal, clearing his throat - before he finally nods to himself and speaks up. ]

Reno... Can I borrow a suit?
12 July 2012 @ 05:22 pm
[While he usually uses audio settings back home, this time he's going to use video. It might help if someone recognizes him, and not just by voice. Which is why everyone can see that he opted not to use the white jumpsuit (because who really would?), and instead used the clothes that he had found in the trunk. Thank god they gave him brushes, too, or his hair would be a mess.]

This connects to the network, yes? This is Tseng, Director of the Department for Administrative Research. ID Number 46952. [There's no confirmation after that, of course, and his eyes narrow.]

After awaking in room 03-04, I found the letter stating that Gaia had been destroyed. Unbelievable, of course, and whoever has decided to play this kind of prank can be assured that their pay will be docked.

[The collar, too, is a nice touch; just enough that it's annoying, and such a garish color.] I'm more concerned with someone touching my things, and somehow knowing what to pack in that trunk. They also left me without a lighter, if there is anyone willing to lend me one for a moment.

Any and all information from a reliable, spoken source, would be appreciated.

[End transmission.]