Please Take Me Down, To Holy Ground

... I am gravely concerned for this realm's future.

( Private to Yuna. )

[Braska, highly amused] It would appear that I have been turned into a woman. Again.

Yuna, my apologies. I would like to see you as soon as possible, but I am... ... ... somewhat preoccupied.

... Rikku.

Frana yna oui? Yna oui cyva?

... this...

...

...

it is familiar.

( Private to self, unhackable. )

Rikku...

Femm oui daylr sa ruf du piemt Machina?

... Yuna.

... ... ...

She did not belong here. I would hope that she has returned to Spira. She will certainly be safe there.

... Auron.

Am I to assume that you do not dance?

It appears that I have returned to my original state of being.

... I believe that I have new admiration for the female sex.

( Private to Auron, unhackable. )

[It is very quiet, the only sound Braska as he fumbles about in the early-morning motions, as well as the rain outside]

[Braska, extremely groggy] Day... ninty-three. It is warmer, and there is rain today.

[Footsteps, voice gaining clarity] Something is [trailing off] (strange)...

-- I... [Choked noise]

... I feel...

... -- [Rustle of cloth, followed by an exclamatory vocalisation, then Braska stumbling back and all but falling into a chair] I - What -

[Braska, tone even, but taking on a note of fear]

Auron. Will you please come to me as soon as you are able?

[Rustling] ... cake?

...

For me?

...

...

...

... Have I missed something?

((OOC: Answer: Yes! Poor old man.))

[Braska sighs, though near-contentedly, chair scraping across the floor as he seats himself]

[Braska] This would best be done before the week's end... [shuffle of paper; clink of glass as he pours himself a cup of water]... I would like to find some onions... [footsteps outside] I must find a place I may clean my garments...

[Knock on the door, followed in quick sucession by Braska getting up, the sound of a pail getting kicked over, and a gush of liquid, then the sound of water dripping on concrete.] ... [small laugh] ... and a way to mend my roof.

[Braska] One moment.

[Door opening]

( Cut for dialog )

I...

I am alive.

And quite grateful for it.

( Private to Auron/Unhackable )

((OOC: So we sort of skipped to the rescue'd part. He's now staying with Auron~))

( Hackable to those relevant. )

(OOC: Backdated to about the time Anima snared Auron in Sunde.)

What was...?

It sounded not at all unlike Sin.

[Footsteps]

[Quiet male voice] Excuse me, Summoner. A moment.

[Braska] Who - ?

[Background: frantic footsteps/running, with the runner obviously wearing hard-soled shoes]

[Female voice] [static]! Stop!

[Crunch; cuts out rather dramatically]

(OOC: HERE YOU ARE, AURON. GO SPAZ. Ilu and all. <3 )

[PRIVATE TO TIDUS, viewable by Rikku]

... Tidus.

I would like to to speak with you.


(OOC: OKAY. So yes, I'm now on hiatus, but I saw that we got Tidus and I had to run in with Braska, because, well, he's Braska and is all 'oh, shoopuf. time for a discussion.' Anyway, I will be on hiatus for a little while. It's... really complex and stupid, I just need some time away to think. And I don't have time to run four characters. One I can handle, but four, not right now. I apologise to Weiss, Yuna, Brother, and Rikku-muns and ask their forgiveness for being a failure on many levels. Can we scene when I get back, if you're not all totally exasperated with me? ,_,; I'll try to get over it all as quickly as possible. ALSO ALSO ALSO elvaron. If you app Auron, I'll love you forever (when I get back). Assuming you've the time, of course. ;;~ ... Yes, you know me. <3 Anyway. In a few days I'll be disappearing entirely; my email address is AcerbicFlowers@yahoo.co.uk, though like I said, will be scarce and slow to answer. Thank you all for understanding.)

Without a duty to the people to hold oneself to, it is all too easy to let one's guard down.

Perhaps this is a time to make my fate anew.

Perhaps this is, in actuality, a gift.

( private to Yuna, unhackable )

... As for myself, I am not afraid.

After Sin, I have no fear.

[[Static]]

The clock tower is here...

[[Sounds of rustling cloth and footsteps on the snow; faint sound of water]]

Hm...

[[Loud crack and a splash]]

... the ice is thin.

[[Footsteps]]

[[Singing, albiet not very well]]

Ieyui... Nobomenu...
Renmiri... Yojuyogo...

[[Faint 'ouch']]

Hasatekanae... Kutamae.

[[Small chuckle]]

I suppose it means little anymore. Still, it is a song of Zanarkand. Perhaps it should be restored to such a use.

[[Footsteps continue; tone shift, from almost jovial to direly worried]]

Yuna... where are you?

[[cuts out]]

(OOC: Braska's singing the Hymn of the Fayth; the rough translation is as follows:
Pray, saviour/Dream, Child of Prayer/Forever and ever/Bring us peace.
It was indeed originally a Zanarkand song, sung in protest of Bevelle, later became adopted by the Al Bhed as a symbol of defiance, and, eventually, as these things happen, came to belong to the very religion it was sung in protest of. I love these games. And yes: He fell in, part of the way. He can be a touch of a dingleberry sometimes. <3 )

I have only questions and a distinct lack of answers.