[audio]

[highfrequency]

[It's the low, rusty voice of the maniac who had been hacking falling debris out of the air during the crash. He is calm now.]

Situation Report.

[A long pause, then he remembers that not everyone here has a military background]

Is everyone okay?

((ooc note: Should have mentioned this earlier but Raiden will be reading people's names on his device, since they appear when a character posts by default. Let me know if your character is replying anonymously or has changed their display name somehow.))

Comments

[voice]

[highfrequency]

Mm.

The Initiative will have to find you new housing.

For now, though, the important thing is you're not hurt.

[blahblahblah]

That's true, but... all this right after I arrive is a little much, isn't it? Is it always like this?

[highfrequency]

Dunno.

I've only been here for a month.

But...

[He trails off as he looks at the camera. Rita can't see it but his expression becomes pained. She sure looks like a kid.]

[blahblahblah]

I guess we'll have to see, then. Damn, I was really hoping for an answer that wasn't "yeah, deal with it"...

...Is something wrong?

[highfrequency]

Mm? No.

I was just going to say "but this is war"...

I hear it's possible to live a civilian life here but this world is still basically a battlefield...

[blahblahblah]

It is, isn't it? We're here for our unique talents to help the Initiative... but at the end of the day, this place is a staging area for a war across space and time.

I was hoping I'd be done with fighting to save more than just myself. I guess I was wrong.

[highfrequency]

Done? You've fought before?

[blahblahblah]

The place I came from, before here. I had to fight for a little while to clear my name, and then I got dragged into a huge conspiracy between the guilds and the empire. It's a mess. I thought we were finally done with it, though... that I'd be able to go home and get back to my research.

And then I wound up here.

[highfrequency]

Clear your name?

[blahblahblah]

A certain someone believed I stole something important from my world's capital city. So he chased down leads halfway across a continent to hunt me down, and then I had to travel with him for a while and help him get his important item back before he believed I didn't have anything to do with it.

[Yuri, be happy you're not here right now, or she'd glare a hole in the back of your head.]

[highfrequency]

Sounds rough.

Why did he think you stole it?

[blahblahblah]

Because the creep that stole it in the first place gave them my name.

[She sighed, recalling Yuri's line what she thought was mostly correctly, then repeating it in a weak impression of him:]

"That person wore a cloak, was short, and was named Mordio."

Idiot.

[highfrequency]

Yeah, but, why give 'em your name?

[blahblahblah]

Someone to blame. Someone with the reputation to know what "she" was doing so nobody would look twice, and someone definitely not related in any way to the thief.

Basically, I was convenient.