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[The hiss and crackle of an unstable line can be heard the moment the recording begins. In the background there is a voice, broken up, incoherent, yet strangely deep, accompanied by the periodical rasp of calloused flesh tracing heavily over the mouthpiece of the microphone. It doesn't appear as if the individual on the other end realizes the recording has begun, and they continue to talk to themselves, intelligable only when static does not interrupt...]

"W--at is this thing?" [STATIC] "--nd this little li--t?"

[A quiet snort follows, and a hum of contemplation, but both noises are soon drowned out by even more static and another electronic yowl. Several moments pass, and soon the erratic bedlam is reduced enough that minor shuffling of papers and a heavy cloak can be heard rustling. Somewhere amidst those quiet noises there are muted footsteps as well.]

"St--l no sign of Sameha--" [MORE STATIC] "--nd no explanation for--h--go--ere. No cha--ra either."

[The speaker grunts lowly, obviously displeased by their lack of progress. Following this there are several long moments of silence... It isn't indicated as to whether or not the recording has timed out, or if the individual has simply fallen into a lapse of deep thought...

...and that is when a loud and resounding WHACK can be heard echoing over the airwaves, causes something to hit the floor with a ridiculously loud clatter. The speaker chuckles to themselves, and before the recording can time out, a throaty and an insincere--] "Whoops," [--can be heard.]

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