[voice]

Hello! I've been told I should introduce myself to everyone. This really is an interesting little device.

I am Presea, the Pharle of Cephiro, which is a country far from this one, as I understand it. Too far. And we probably can't go back, so who knows how long it will stay a country-- So if you need any metalwork done, I can do it! As soon as I can find a forge.

[There is a short pause.] And I'd like to thank everyone for helping the other day. The Guru and I were understandably confused. You were all very nice.

[Now she sounds like she's really trying to push forward and be happy. Well, as happy as one can be, under the circumstances.] I look forward to meeting you all.

[No, we did not disappear. We just were asleep for long time.

...very long time.

But now we are awake again! :D]

..Things are back to normal now?

Hello? Hello? [The voice is of a young woman, sweet and confused. She seems to understand the idea of the device, at least.]

I think I must be lost. I've never been in a place like this before. Even when I was very lost.

[There is a long pause. But she must ask.]

Is this the world of the dead?

It isn't like I expected at all.

[ Ugh. Today is rather a bad day for Clef. He already looked pretty beat-up, but then on top of that he just fell quite a ways. And stayed down for a while.

When he finally does deign to sit up, he pulls himself into a kneeling position and just. Chills like that. Looking and listening all around. It's quiet here, at least, if not pretty. And it's really not pretty, to be rightly honest with you, so he's starting to question whether he's actually in Cephiro. Not that he's one to ask these questions out loud, having no idea that he's being recorded.

It is quiet, though, and not necessarily in that dangerous kind of way. More like in that pleasant kind of way that he likes. Quiet enough that he hears someone coming well before he sees her and stands, leaning on his staff just a bit as he brushes off his robes. Might as well look respectable-- well, as much so as possible when said robes are stained with your own blood. Um. Yes. Well, that can't be helped at present, can it?

Being found is one thing, but being found by someone you happen to know and, at that, someone who was supposed to be somewhere else probably at this very moment is quite another. So, you can imagine his surprise when he finally catches sight of the blonde weaponsmith. ]

Pharle? ... What are you doing here?

[ooc: fdjkalglfj YES IT'S OPEN. Sorry if that wasn't clear. He's obviously new! Go poke! ]

Let's play another game!

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Say... Has anyone seen Yuu-chan around lately?

Now this is ridiculous. I can't be dead, I m the greatest and the most feared Pirate that has ever lived--- the flames of hell will never keep imprisoned. I shall find my way out of here, even if it will take forever, no matter what I will get my revenge on you, Peter Pan an the Lost Boys. And then no happy thought will help you anymore, or my name isn't Captain James Hook.

..Man that's weird.

It feels like I've been asleep for months.

[This would be Lute lying on the ground. He managed to drag himself a general distance into Midian, but after a while he found it just too hard and collapsed. He has no idea where he is, whether this is heaven or hell (though he doubts heaven would be this horrifyingly painful), or whether he's even dead at all-- which only raises more questions, because how he possibly still be alive?

Anyways, you're all free to notice him... he looks pretty much like he did the first time he was here. And of course, he'll have no memory of you if you've previously met. And he might be freaked out since he's partially blind and mute right now.]

Ah... Hello?

[There are some faint, barely audible noises as various keypad buttons are pressed.]

Is it on? Looks like a new model... maybe they haven't worked out the kinks yet.

[There's silence as more buttons are pressed, then a sigh.]

Well, if anyone can hear this, please send an ambulance and a working phone to the big creepy staircase. Something to eat, too - I think I'm starting to hallucinate.

[More fiddling, filled with incoherent mumbling, and then the post ends. He apparently found the 'off' function.]

Nn...

[Peony's wandering around, trying to figure out exactly what to do next. He's a bit disoriented and a little in shock at the wound in his abdomen. Unsure of what direction to proceed in next or whether or not he should talk to any of the other people wandering around, he slumps against a tree and sighs, rubbing his forehead.]

Man, this kind of sucks.

[There's a bit of rustling as he turns in circles, taking in his surroundings. He's below the graveyard, and there's a strange mound of snow nearby. When he speaks, he sounds confused and worried.] I... Where am I? What is this place?

Naminé?

[People who lives near the Ichihara Reed-resident may notice and wonder that, hay? Where almost all snow has gone? Even though the weather has become much warmer than it was a month ago, there still was some of the snow left.

Did it all melt during the afternoon just like that? Of course not, that's not possible.

So, there is a huge pile of snow in the backyard and Sora is sitting on top of it doing something with snow. But if you look at the snow mountain carefully, you see that it resembles the very poorly made snow castle, which looks like it will be collapsing at any minute now.

But no worries! It wont, since Sora has taken care of that with the 'Blizzaga'-spell.]

Almost ready~~!

[some static is heard, and then a couple coughs and some muttering in Spanish followed by a voice, and it sounds like the voice's owner has a bit of a sore throat]

Where on earth am I? This is definitely not my house! I really need to go home, too. Ahhh, my people, they must hate me... Leaving them just after the war, and to a place I don't even know... And I don't think some of them like the new boss very much. I-it might get violent!

[there's a pause, and the voice quietens]

What a mess... The world is in such an awful state right now.

[they're walking in the graveyard]
What's that place?
We're not in the shop!
It's really huge and scaaaaaary...
Scary!
But Maru and Moro aren't allowed to stay outside...
Mistress'll be mad!
But...
Mistress is here..
Maru can feel her presence.... Maybe we're supposed to be here too...
Mistress? Mistress?
Can you hear us? Can you hear us?

...
Germany? Japan? [he sound scared]
This is a weird place! Germany? Germany? [Italy never saw a place like that before, never Grandpa Roman Empire showed him something like that]
Gemrany? [He screamed for a while, then calmed down. That was obvius, it was a joke or someting... and, at least, Germany are sure coming to save him.] Awww... [he walked back to the grave where he was sitting and sit again on it. At least he isn't hungry. Not yet.]

[There's an exasperated sigh followed by the shuffling of feet. His voice unmistakable for those who know him. Although this time, his voice is low and almost cold.]

I believe this is already the underworld... I figured as much. I deserve any punishment for all the things I've done.

My chest aches real bad... I suppose there are some sensations you'll manage to carry over even on the other world.

[There's a small winged blur flying around Midian, taking in the sights with some degree of surprise.]

The heck is this place?

[you can hear she laughs]
I can't belive it, they killed me nyaa!
...
Because they killed me, right? [you can hear she laughs again] what a stupid place, a dead one who wakes up in a graveyard, that's so classic that I can cry [laughs] I wonder if my corpse is in this grave. nyaaa
Hey, can someone hear me? It's Haaaaruko.

[Soo.. If you have been sharp and looked to the sky you might have noticed a person with wings flying there around Midian.]

This is unexpected.. I don't know this place. Is this where we are supposed to come after fading away?

And why do I feel his presence.

[There is a quiet, low chuckle before the sound of Alucard's voice can be heard, his words practically dripping with amusement...]

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.