001 -- Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The voice that suddenly booms over the journals should be familiar to some.  And, if not, it's certainly loud and attention-getting.  Someone is clearly unhappy.]

This... is a lie. It must be. It cannot be possible -- not again!

[A pause.  There's some mechanical shifting while the party in question tries to remain calm.  There is also a sound like... water dripping?]

Who is listening? Can anyone hear me! This is Ironhide -- stuck in some... room somewhere. With a talking book. And no frog. I had a frog on me a moment ago.

[Another pause -- and he's right back to being borderline frantic.]

... Ratchet! Do you read this? Answer me! ... Answer me. You must be here.

Comments

/gathers Ironhide up

[brynkitten]

[He sounds so upset, but Bryn can't help but ask.]

This has happened to you before?

sob

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Bryn?

[Oh, he knows that voice. And there's a sudden hope in him. If she's here...]

;A; Sorry Ironhide

[brynkitten]

[Bryn blinks. How does he know her name already?]

Yes, I'm Bryn, but I'm afraid I don't recognize your voice. Your name is...?

sobs real tears

[heavyweaponsbot]

Ironhide. You know this.

Where are you? Where... is this?

Noooo don't cry D:

[brynkitten]

I'm sorry I...I'm quite sure I've never heard that name before.

[It's quite unique. She would remember it, wouldn't she?]

I'm in my room right now and well, this place is called Holloway's Keep. There's a note in the front of your records that explains somewhat.

[If Ironhide isn't too distracted, he might notice that Bryn doesn't exactly sound the same. Her tone seems more hesitant and wary, her words much less casual...]

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[snowtop]

[Xanth has done this before, too: heard a familiar voice belonging to someone he loved. Every other time it happened, they hadn't recognized him, and it hurt.

But this time, there are differences. Ironhide talks of his worlds being gone again. Ironhide talks of a frog.

Then again, Ironhide might have had such things before the Elegante. This could be a different Ironhide entirely.

But Xanth has to try.]

I-- I--

I-Iron...hide?

[audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Xanth's fears may be quickly put to rest. All sounds on the other end of the com cease, and he suddenly sounds guardedly hopeful.]

[If that's possible.]

... They brought you too, boy?

[audio]

[snowtop]

Y-Yeah, they-- I-- I-I thought you were-- g-gone, I, I-I thought-- e-everybody was-- gone...

[His voice shakes, just a little.]

[audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was never gone. Just... trying to make it through the sea.

Where are the others?

[Audio + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[That's a somewhat familiar voice.]

Another one from the Elegante?

[Audio + Translated Text]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I know your voice.

You were the green one. We worked together, in the end.

[Audio + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

And you're the big metal mon. I would say that I'm flattered you remember but now doesn't seem like a good time.

[Audio + Translated Text]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Ironhide, yeah.

What is happening here?

[stoicguardian.livejournal.com]

Lord Deior has acquired quite the collection.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I know your voice.

[stoicguardian.livejournal.com]

Auron. I was on the Elegante too.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Remember now.

... How many of us are here?

[lightwithin]

There's frogs by the hot springs.

[Who knows why he would want frogs, but it's the only helpful thing that she can think to say.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Pause. He can swear he's heard that voice before.]

... I know you, too.

[lightwithin]

... You do?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. You know Xanth... pulled you out of trouble once.

[Audio] assuming i don't have to delete it since i dunno how underground log will go...

[thii2ii22tupiid]

You know what to do with the frogs?

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... What.

[Audio]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

You said you had a frog, don't you know what they're for?

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

C4 is not being used.

[He'd kept the golden frog safe this long. He'd be damned if he gave it up now.]