[ 003 ] [ Audio / Commentlog ] [ Kirovian --> Translated Text ]

[gotyourwallet]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

 It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

Comments

[Not!Audio]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I worry because I care. You should feel special.

[With or without him, Vie is gonna start climbing down from that tower.]

[Not!Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

I always feel special.

[Hold your horses dammit. He's not as good at this.]

[Not!Audio]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She makes an amused sound and pauses, hanging from the wall and watching his descent.]

Focus on what you're doing, Garrett.

[She's just teasing. Kinda.]

[Not!Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[It's as slow as his ascent. He's just happy not have fallen yet.]

You're the one going on about how special I am.

[Really Vie, he knows he's great and all but there are better times to bring it up.]