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[animusangelus]

[There is a lot of dead space before Cloud says a word. He gazes at the communicator, a faint furrow between his brows.]

I...don't know why I'm here. [Though he hasn't reached for his sword yet, there is something tense about his posture.] Am I dreaming?

Or is this...another vision? [It feels too real to be that. Giving his head a sharp shake, he pulls out his buster sword and holds it steady.] I have to go home. I don't belong here or...anywhere else. They're waiting for me.

[Cloud isn't the most verbose guy, but each word is full of meaning. There's hesitation, fear and a building frustration contained in each syllable.]

I'm not going to disappoint them.

001 | Voice

[soldierfirst]

[The voice coming over the network is calm, composed, and largely free of emotion. It belongs to one displaced General— one who is not particularly happy to have found himself not in his office, but in a strange manse instead.]

The few hours I have been here have been illuminating: the familiarity of things is in function more than form, the air holds different pollutants, the very feel of the place is off.

I do not think I need to detail the strangeness of the building. It is, of course, clear that where I was, I now am not.

[A moment of silence is punctuated — for those who have sharp hearing — by the soft creak of metal shifting against leather.]

My question for you, network, is this: beyond a name and a vague description, what is this place?

[The recording is turned off, but barely a moment later, another, shorter one follows:]

Zack, if you're out there, report.