How's My Driving?

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Hmm...

To leave the city and see what's really out there, or to stay here and wait for a miracle to happen...
...or whatever can be counted as a miracle in this place.

The answer would seem pretty obvious, if not for the people who keep winding up dead because of it.

I'm no coward, but... I can't say that I'm all that fond of dying either. That, and things always look that much worse when the doctor from your own world winds up getting sick.

[The rain can be seen falling outside, occassionally hitting the dirty windowpane the communicator is faced toward. It sounds pretty harmless, except for the softest hissing noise. Acid, after all.]

[Soul can be heard giving a sigh, not yet in the camera's view.] This is bad... I don't know what the rain will be doing to the water out there. The lake seems to have taken its share of abuse since I've been here.

[His fingers come into view as the communicator is grabbed from the side, and slowly pulled around. He can be seen running a hand through his spikey hair.]

Does anyone have any suggestions for helping to cure a cold? ...Maybe a fever? Kind of pressed for traditional methods, and bookwormmeister who don't know how to stay still awhile. Even if they happen to be booksmart.

... [He looks off to the side, thoughtful... Then gives his arms a stretch and stands up.]

Staying inside like this is getting to me. Sure, it's much easier to get around to morning training than it used to be, but my scythe will still go to rust and possibly corrode if I try to go out there without a good reason. -- I'd like to avoid that possibility and the pain.

Ah-.. [A smug grin is given at a thought.] That's right. They're both here now... Oi, suprstarmeister, asymmetriphobic... If we ever get things back to the way things used to be, then how about a rematch? I'm stronger than I was before. Something to think about.

[Click.]

[[ooc Remember that fight that happen back on Kid's first day of school? Yeah... Those were the days. Also, a thousand apologies for being slightly failmun.]]

[The recording button clicks on and there is a long pause that follows. ...Is he even really there at all?]

... Shit. What is going to happen once this transmission goes through?

[A deep breath] All right. Time to debunk some rumors, compliments of Maka Albarn's not-so-humble PSA.

Soul or Soul Eater? Fine. Cool Guy or Cool Scythe, even better. Just not Evans. Ever. That'll be the quickest way for you to lose me as a friend, and possibly a few of your teeth if you play your cards right.

Also, I'm not shy. When you've heard the same speeches and rumors being talked about over and over on the network, you feel more content to listen than to spit out more of the same old garbage. All due respect, of course. It makes things more interesting that way.

...and I think that just about covers it. Except for maybe one thing. My friends are not my partner's, and you know who you are. I might have fallen down and out of touch, but I'm not out. Do what you want with that information.

( Private to the gang from Death City; Hackable )

( Private to Black☆Star; Hackable )

[BBBZZAP! Apparently, he didn't learn from the last time this happened. So he lets out a loud shout, dropping his communicator onto the hard floor.]

[The video feed switches on, the camera angle crooked and focusing on Soul sitting cross-legged on the gym floor and flexing the fingers of his numbed hand. He's taken off his jacket, which is laying in a heap nearby.] Dammit! Doesn't keeping in touch count for anything anymore?

[After a few seconds, he clears his throat, trying to hush his voice and closes his eyes. His hands are placed over his legs and he appears to be taking a meditative pose.] If "emptying your mind" wasn't a part of the experience, then maybe I'd have an easier time of figuring out what the hell the Scientists would like to hear over this thing...

[...]

[A short chuckle escapes past his lips, and he takes a deep breath.] "Harden your soul"... huh?

[[ooc In a move defying all logic and his love of sleeping in, Soul has started attending morning training at the gymnasium now that the word's gotten out. He's still fails at meditation though.]]

Would you guys shut up. My head isn't hurting like some of the idiots who overdid it on the wine before, but I'm still due for some shut-eye.

Yesterday was probably one of the longest days of my life.

...Aah? Something about this seems... Déjà vu?

Sheet music.

I never told anyone what I was brought before, because it didn't have any significance to me. It wasn't any big deal. At least not to me.

Now that most of the people here remember my playing, I'm not sure whether to keep these around or to lend them to someone else.
It's such a joke. I don't really feel like following these.

Ah. It sounds like I'm going to be looking into a new home now. Latimir is starting to feel too crowded. Heh. It might be for the best. That apartment building has seen some of the unluckiest days out of all of them. Not just because of ghosts either.

[The video feed is switched on with an audible click, among the sounds of shifting fabric.]

[At first, there's darkness until the view wavers and Maka appears on the screen. Her hair down; a mess--with a bandaid on both sides of her cheek and on her forehead. There is a sleepy expression on her face if not a tiny groan as the view continues to wavers; clumsily trying to place the device nearby. She sits up a bit, wincing at her aches before glancing over beside her; her voice murmuring but can be easily hearable.]

"Ne... Soul? Scoot over. I wanna to get under the blanket...'m cold..."

Mmn? ...Yeah, sure.

[Soul can be heard sliding over the top of the bed, his hand coming into view as he helps pull part of the blanket back for Maka to slip underneath. The other half is shifted over top of something else, and he can be heard letting out a tired sigh.]

...That better?

[She lets out a humming sound following by a mumble of "thank you" as she settles in again, turning her back to the communicator.]

[[ooc After finally coming out of hiding and heading back home, Soul decided to check up on Maka. They talked for awhile, and both being dog tired, ended up falling asleep together on her bed. No, not like that. Get your heads out of the gutter..]]

[With the door slamming shut behind him, the communicator topples onto the floor and starts recording. Soul can be heard having a one-sided conversation with himself in the room. (Note: The red font is only heard to Soul in his dream.)]

...What the hell?

I've been waiting for you, Evans. Not that a kid like you would care about manners, but shouldn't you consider your other guests?

Heh. What are you even talking about? Your crappy jokes don't even make sense if I know what's-... [His voice chokes into a small noise of surprise.]

[The impish devil scoffs.] See what I mean?

Maka...? Wait. That doesn't even make any sense! [He can be heard running over to the other side of the room, near the bed.] Why are you here?! Our souls aren't even resonating. OI!

...! Maka... Maka!! Oi! What's wrong?! Open your eyes!

Kuku... It's starting.

[He gasps, startled by something that only he can see. The sound of something being shaken fiercely can be heard--a pillow?] MAKA!!

[[ooc As a note to his roommates, he is currently freaking out in his and Kid's bedroom with the door tightly shut but not locked. Anyone who comes in will see him shaking one of the pillows on the bed, thinking that it's Maka.

To fill in, he thinks that he's trapped in the Black Room again with Maka acting like a rag doll after being found sitting on the piano bench there. Pleasant dreams..]]

[The frequency comes alive with a loud crack and a pop of static as the communicator is thrown against a far wall, made evident by the clatter that follows as it falls down onto the floor.]

Dammit... [Another person he couldn't save, coupled with a tragedy that hit way too close to home for comfort.]

DAMMIT!!

[Soul can be heard breathing heavily in the wake of his own shout, followed by an unsettling silence up until the recording times out.]

[[ooc Angst. It's what's for dinner. I apologize in advance for waking anyone up with this post. Backdated to whenever the fight with Tir ended.]]