[voice, ota]

[wingfic]

Okay.

[There's a sense of low-level frustration from this telepathic broadcast, as though someone has been roused from a state of lassitude by something that turned out to be very, very annoying.]

Does anyone here know what the fuck is going on?

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[wingfic]

. . . this one just wants snacks.

[Which are hers, thank you very much.]

They don't seem to be here for anything. Which is weird. Usually when spirits cross over, they want something, don't they?

[enflame]

It just wants to eat?

( Well, that's probably what he'd do if he was dead and then alive again. Actually, that sounds like a good point to him. )

Well, maybe they just want to keep living life. Like they used to...?

( Which actually makes him feel better about the whole thing. )

[wingfic]

But why are they here all of a sudden? Shouldn't they be in the land of the dead or something?

[enflame]

You would think. This world's gone crazy as of late. A few days ago I was walking through someone's dream, and now there's a dead person walking on the beach.

( Said with an exasperated tone that clearly showcases how done he is. )

[wingfic]

[Ugh.]

This shouldn't happen. Aren't there any actual mages around? People who can tell us how whatever separates the realms got screwed up?

Besides Qri. She never tells us anything.

[enflame]

My friend is a mage, but I don't know how much he can do about things like this with his...mageness sealed away on this ridiculous island.

At least these spirits don't seem to be doing much, even if I do wish they weren't here at all.

[wingfic]

Yeah, I guess.

[She doesn't really want to concede that anything is good about this situation, but he has a point.]

Do you think he'd know if something was really wrong, though?