✜034 [voice]

[deadly_legacy]

[The audio starts broadcasting the gentle sounds of the outdoors long before she speaks. Her voice is a little raw. She's been crying, but she's trying not to let it sound.]

Hello.

[Another long pause.]

I'm sorry I'm not contacting everyone individually. I'm not sure who they know well. ...Knew.

[There's another pause, but this time when she returns her voice is a little shakier. All the practice and control in the world can't take the pain out of these words.]

My brother, Lelouch, and sister, Nunnally, have left the City.

[It sounds like she might say more, but after a moment the audio shuts off.]


(OOC: Forward dated to late morning. Euphie is in Xanadu curled up behind a tree if anyone wants to action at her.)

Comments

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course. I could hardly expect you to come in at a time like this.

[deadly_legacy]

[Relieved.] Thank you, Cain. I'm sorry...

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

You needn't be. We're the ones who are supposed to be sorry for you.

[deadly_legacy]

Ah... I don't want to make anyone worry. [But of course she is. Maybe she should have waited, but it didn't feel like it would ever be easier.]

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I can't speak for everyone, but we'll try our best not to, but we do hope you'll be all right.

That icon never fails to amuse me

[deadly_legacy]

Thank you. For both parts.

I'm lucky to have so many good friends here. [She really is tremendously grateful for this.]

Sob |D Cain's face is excellent. The cat's...not so much

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

The City can, at least, bring us that.

So true. It's like, oh, pretty Cain. And...uh...cat...

[deadly_legacy]

It's the part of the city I've always liked best. [And people leaving—not the curses—has always bothered her most.]