ruethepollywog: (Default)
[There's a bit of a startled noise from the doll. He's instantly staring at the communicator.]

I apologize for not recording my findings --

[There's a small yawn.]

I didn't have any success with finding Amaria. I'm sorry.

[He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts.]

I can not think of anything else to comment on at this time.
ruethepollywog: (Can't give up now)
If anyone has seen Amaria, please notify myself, Rue; or one of her friends that tend to the coffee shop. Thank you.

[The doll is running through the ship, looking for Amaria even if at times he has to pause to catch is breath or recheck any of his injuries he sustained from the Carnival.]

Ow... Geeze, I should be resting more even if I did get that strange looking animal's form from the Carnival.
ruethepollywog: (Fighting the enemy)
Sir Shockwave, I hope you're not having much issues with your bee and that noisy item.

[Rue's footsteps can be heard before pausing; he's examining the place infront of him.]

I think I'm understanding the layout of this boat, even if feels more like an atelier. Although, I am still curious about this 'Carnival'. I overheard that some horrible creatures are lurking inside. I might be able to learn more about them...

[There's another pause, the doll is thinking.

"Even if that means risking my life."

Without another word, he starts walking again and the communicator starts to static up, the odd chime of music cutting in and out.

Much to his dismay, this place was bringing back foul memories of the Ghost Temple; except he didn't need to collect a set of sollerets and gauntlets for Prima Doll nor escort Elena out.]


Gos-, it r--k- in h---! W--t is that?! G----... H-- horr--le.

[It seemed Rue had forgot to turn off his communicator at his discovery inside the Carnival. The static only gets worse, but if you listen closely you can hear a fight going on between the jagged cuts of audio consisting of unhuman noises and air slices before the feed goes dead.]
ruethepollywog: (Threads of Fate)
[Rue starts off sounding a bit thoughtful and relieved.]

I'm glad she's alright, even if I am still a bit worried.

Ah, perhaps it should be good if I learned how to swim. If anyone could assist me, I would appreciate it.
ruethepollywog: (Curious adventurer)
Ah! ...It sprayed me!

[After regaining his bearings, he speaks again.]

Ah, does things like this usually happen?
ruethepollywog: (I have to do this)
[Rue's in the pond of the forest after his narrow escape on Deck 13, his Pollywog form saved him again. The noise of water being treaded can be heard before Rue starts to talk.]

As much as I ignored everyone's request to not go down to the deck with flowers, I was able to find out what is causing the source; a man. I don't know but he might be an Aeon to be able to use such powerful magic because I wasn't able to dispel it.

I apologize, but no one must risk themselves to go down there without some form of magicial protection. I was only in the strange fog for about a minute before the elevator took me up, but I am feeling some effects.

Could someone bring me something to dry myself off with? I was foolish and jumped in to a pond to get rid off the effects without thinking before hand. I am on deck 3.
ruethepollywog: (I didn't mean it like that)
Ah! That was quite surprising.

[There's a small amount of movement as Rue quickly goes to get a towel.]

I apologize for my out-burst, but I don't understand why I was squirted with water.

Pardon my question, but does anyone know why there are bees -- I think that's what they are called -- on this floor?
ruethepollywog: (Default)
[The communicator must have been hit in to record mode as Rue rockets up in to a seated position.]

CLAIRE! Agh... my head...

[He settles back down against the bed, not noticing the communicator.]

Just where am I? ...I was inside Valen's fortress, escaping with Claire as it was falling apart but the entrance got blocked off. I told her I wasn't going to leave her and stay by her side forever... I can't remember what happened after that. Did we get out?

[He finally notices the communicator.]

What's this? Some kind of relic? ...'Recording'? Uh, hello? Just what do-

[He accidentally turns off the communicator.]

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