[voice.]

[immortal-lion.livejournal.com]

[ Rishfee sounds exhausted, a touch downhearted, and if anything, unwell in this transmission.

There is a small amount of fumbling, as it's rather apparent that even though Rishfee's managed to work out how these things run and what they do he has absolutely no idea how it works. Yes, his voice is faint. He's probably holding the communicator upside down. but lolwtf @ electricity - he's doing damned well to even get this far.]

...This Organization - the ones that appear to be controlling all of this.
Location would be useful. ... Their numbers, as well.

[He trails off slightly, wondering if he should add more. He merely adds this, as more of an afterthought.]

I thank you for any information you can give.

Comments

[immortal-lion.livejournal.com]

The acceptance of the feeling that there is no escape almost made me think that people were perfectly content about it. Mention of mayoral elections and the like, too.

[ohai, he knows that voice!]

...I'm fine. It's a scratch.

[divine_storm]

Hey, if there's a way in, there's a way out, right? And it's not like most people don't want to go back home. We have stuff to do.


... uh huh.

[immortal-lion.livejournal.com]

There has to be. I can't understand why people resign themselves to this so easily.

[He's saying nothing more on his injuries, thnx. :[ ]

[divine_storm]

I don't know, we were a lot when we explored the castle for a way out, and there's a whole bunch of people who just don't fight.


*well, she does the same, so it's not like she can complain*