When You’re Lost “Here”

[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.]]

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.