scream what am I doing

[forgatmigej]

[It is late at night when the latest audio post hits the Santa Destroy network. There is nothing broadcast for many long seconds but the sound of waves. Eventually a voice comes through: female, soft, contemplative, and with a European accent.]

Hmmm.

Strange.

I am alive when I should be dead.

[There is a long pause. More waves crashing on a shore.]

Well, this can't be reincarnation, as I am in the same body. So, this is either one of Sylvia Christel's more bizarre tricks or... I am dreaming.

[A sigh; she sounds simply exhausted.] I don't know which I would prefer.

I wonder, is anyone even listening to this?

[The sound of waves come in again, this time accompanied by shifting sand. The voice is cautious when it returns.] I'll wait here. For now.

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NO HE WILL BE MOE FOR YOU

[crownless]

[She's right. Travis is a different man now. It's only been three years since they've last met, but he looks like he's lived through so many more years: he's lost, he's gained, he's grown. He's bled, finally.]

Twice over, actually.
There was a sequel, y'know.

[Travis falls silent, taking in the sound of her voice again. God, they'd only known each other for, what, less than an hour? And yet here she is, talking to him like they've known each other for decades.]

Heh, you're wrong. [He taps the frames with a finger.] These ones are new.

porqueeeeeeee

[forgatmigej]

Was there? And here I thought the launch was a disaster.

Oh. [Holly places a solemn hand over her heart.] Of course. How foolish of me not to recognize the difference.

I hope this doesn't happen often, your opponents coming back from the dead. [She sounds like she could be talking about the weather.] It would make what I said about death being the final truth quite a lie.