exsilium | [video]

[Shelke is sitting cross-legged on the ground outside of the apartment complex, dressed in a purple sweater and a pair of baggy blue jeans, her left arm wrapped in a sling pressed into her stomach. Behind her an umbrella is propped up, shielding her from the drizzle. She'd gone outside to get away from the blackout for a while, and this seemed like as good a time as any to make this announcement.. She's frowning faintly at the camera, as if she isn't certain she wants to be on video but decided she didn't really have a choice.]

...For anyone who knew Cloud Strife, he is gone.

[Her voice isn't quite as empty as usual, there's an edge of frustration, maybe a bit of anger, at a situation she can't control. But she gathers herself up after a moment and reaches out to turn the camera slightly, and behind her is a half-rebuilt motorcycle, which she had been working on for Cloud before he disappeared. Shelke looks even smaller than usual, sitting next to the large machine.]

He left this behind. If anyone wishes to find the remaining parts I need to rebuild it, they may use it as they wish when I am finished.

[And then she turns the camera back to herself, and it looks like she's going to turn it off when she hesitates.]

Has anyone kept a tally on how frequently people who leave here are brought back?

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None of the information I have on him indicates that either.

But I was trapped by anoth...by one of the Tsviets, Nero the Sable. No one survives that, it's...supposed to be impossible.

There's a spell in my world that no one is supposed to survive either, but my best friend Harry did. Impossible things happen.

Mm. Maybe.

I suppose I will find out one way or another, eventually.

[She should probably sound more concerned about dying, but she...doesn't. As she speaks though, she stands up, hooking her Umbrella under her chin and using her good arm to brush some dirt off her pants and pick up her phone.]</small.

That's true. I do hope it works out for you.

Mm.

[She shrugs.]

Were there other things you wanted to know? [And a pause.] And have the lights come back on inside?

I don't wnat to take up more of your time today. We can always talk more later.

[as for the lights, she holds up a candle with a smile] I can live without them.

There is nothing else to do here other than go scrounging.

[She frowns faintly at that.]

I do not particularly like the dark.

Would you like my candles, then? I can always create a light with my wand.

...I will check my roommates belongs to see if they left any behind first.

[She used to have roommates, now she has rooms with stuff she snoops through. Kind of the same thing, right?]

...Thank you, though.

You're welcome. Thank you for talking with me.