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一 (Voice Post, Japanese)
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:51 pm[A new frequency on the network springs to life, crackling with a dull static until the sound of a pained grunt can be heard faintly off-radio.]
Where... am I? ...Kantarou? Yoko?
...
No. This isn't the same place as before. It looks weird, and it's hard to sense any youkai...
Nn? What is this? ...It's annoying.
Hey. I can hear you people talking to each other. Let me know that I'm not just talking to myself using this weird thing. Could someone tell me where I am?
I don't remember coming to a place like this,and especially not alone. So, I could really use some answers. Now.
... Also, if anyone happens to come across a stupid, money-grubbing folklorist wearing a white kimono and a red hakama, let me know....As much as I hate to admit it, it's not like him to let us get separated all of sudden like this.
Where... am I? ...Kantarou? Yoko?
...
No. This isn't the same place as before. It looks weird, and it's hard to sense any youkai...
Nn? What is this? ...
Hey. I can hear you people talking to each other. Let me know that I'm not just talking to myself using this weird thing. Could someone tell me where I am?
I don't remember coming to a place like this,
... Also, if anyone happens to come across a stupid, money-grubbing folklorist wearing a white kimono and a red hakama, let me know.
