56 Souls [Voice Post]

Huh. I guess they weren't kidding after all... The days are looking brighter already.

[His voice is partly muffled, since he has pulled part of his shirt up over his nose and mouth as a makeshift mask from any of the ash still lingering in the air. Classy, I know.]

All right. I'm coming in. ♪ [He sing-songs into the empty, broken apartment.]

Uwah... That crack in the wall is just getting bigger... and that sound is- [... Isn't it dripping?] Aw, shit.

[He runs for a few steps, before the sound of dripping water and a bit of sloshing becomes more clear. All that water has to end up somewhere. Soul can be heard grumbling as he picks something up; obviously soaked through due to the sound of the water droplets falling from it.] Damn. I guess it's true what they say... No appreciation for the fine arts.

[Sigh] Now then...

[The communicator brushes up against the fabric of his jacket pocket, and the sound of a few old drawers can be heard being pulled open.]

[[ooc Raiding the good ol' Latimir Apartments, Room 101 for Maka's panties old clothes and other assorted junk before something more unfortunate happens.]]