[Voice Post]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

[A few moments of hesitation, and Yorda's voice is heard. She's even quieter than usual, sounding apprehensive and even a little afraid. She also sounds as though she's been running for awhile.]

Mao, please come back soon. There is something wrong.

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[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

[Mao immediately assumes the worst] I thought I told you not to touch anything!

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I did not touch anything of yours.

[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

Huh? Then if that's not it... What is it?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I met a man named Geoffrey.

He frightened me.

[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

Geo... ffrey?

What did he look like. [it comes out more as a demand than a question]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

[pauses. She's a little frightened by his tone, but her voice only trembles a little]

He was tall, and had skin that was almost like ash. His hair was grey. He wore glasses like yours.

[locked to Yorda]

[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

[there's a sound as though Mao had started to say something, but it immediately goes silent for awhile as Mao starts to think. Almaz and Princess had come from around the same time he had. Maybe... Maybe it's actually Geoffrey X?]

...What was it that scared you? [asking this kind of question feels weird to him, but he wants... needs more information]

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

[alarmed] Yorda? Yorda, what's going on?

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I met someone who knows Mao. He frightened me. I do not know what to do.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause as she seems to think over this news] ...has he tried to hurt you?

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

No. He advised me to stay away from Mao, but I will not.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

That's good. Don't listen to him, okay? Trust Mao.

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I trust him, but I am afraid.

[Voice}

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

[near whisper]

Oh, my poor companion.

[Voice}

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I am afraid.

[Voice}

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

Hush, hush. There's nothing else-

[pause]

There's nothing to be afraid of when I'm around.

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

[she sounds a little reassured] Yes.

Are you alright?

[Voice]

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

I'm wonderful. I met an old acquaintance again recently.

[Voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I am glad.

[clashingtactics.livejournal.com]

[...That name the girl speaks of is familiar. Has to be a different Mao though, right? The one he knows is dead. Unless the dead come back to life here.

Eventually, he snaps out of his memory stupor to act concerned. Not to just stand around like a post. Too late to take back that curiosity now.]

...Is something wrong, miss? Are you all right?

[voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Something is wrong, but I do not know what.

I am all right.

[voice]

[clashingtactics.livejournal.com]

...And this concerns your friend Mao? [Not believing she's talking about his comrade. This small talk is to assure himself that the dead stay dead.]

[voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am worried about him.

[voice]

[clashingtactics.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[voice]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I met a man who worried me. He wants Mao to become evil.