❖ 017 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[There's an old fart standing on the roof of house #12. How he got up there, or rather, when he got up there is a complete mystery he respawned there. In his hands he flips through the pages of the journal, looking for anything remotely interesting that he may have missed. After a while he speaks up.]

It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?

Comments

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

In about a month or so.

[crisisrain]

Never been sent home? I can't imagine anyone being here for that long, tiny little village like this. It's unbelievable!

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's others who have been here far longer. None that I know personally, but, this is far better than being dead in my home world.

[crisisrain]

Yer dead back home then? I can see why ya'd prefer to be stuck here... can't say that isn't depressin' though.

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

I'm far better liked here as well. Really, is that so surprising?

[crisisrain]

Ya can't stay here forever though, one day ya'll end up back home and... well, dead.

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

That's a bit questionable. Hmm... I think I come to find myself reborn at some point. A child from my world's future claims to have met me once before.

Though, there are those here I'd rather not leave behind.

[crisisrain]

Then ya have some hope for a future back home, I didn't think killing a spirit would be very easy.

And... I know how ya feel. Though I haven't been here even a quater of the time you have, there's folks here I'd be truely sad ta lose.