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piratejournal2013-12-26 11:20 am
behisstrength) wrote in piratejournal2013-12-26 11:20 am
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002 ♫ (voice)
[Rather than a voice, the stirring notes of a shamisen greets listeners. Slowly they gain momentum, flowing into each other to form a song. Soon a male voice speaks over the music.]
A flood of magic enveloped this past month, between the delights of Phantasia and the cursed cold that brought everyone closer together. Life in this land has yet to prove uneventful. And with the Koumyou's ranks swelling to the limits of the ship's capacity, Mitsuhide and I have made the decision to --
[Motochika's words cut off as abruptly as his music does.]
Do you hear that?
[He pauses to listen, and give those listening the opportunity to hear -- though of course what Motochika hears is too quiet to carry through the journals.]
A faint chiming drifts on the air. [He clarifies, before correcting himself, mildly distracted by his surroundings.] No -- accompanies the fall of fresh snow... How curious.
[Quiet follows. A moment later, with most of his attention diverted by something apparently pressing, he states:]
Hmm. I'll continue this later.
A flood of magic enveloped this past month, between the delights of Phantasia and the cursed cold that brought everyone closer together. Life in this land has yet to prove uneventful. And with the Koumyou's ranks swelling to the limits of the ship's capacity, Mitsuhide and I have made the decision to --
[Motochika's words cut off as abruptly as his music does.]
Do you hear that?
[He pauses to listen, and give those listening the opportunity to hear -- though of course what Motochika hears is too quiet to carry through the journals.]
A faint chiming drifts on the air. [He clarifies, before correcting himself, mildly distracted by his surroundings.] No -- accompanies the fall of fresh snow... How curious.
[Quiet follows. A moment later, with most of his attention diverted by something apparently pressing, he states:]
Hmm. I'll continue this later.