[ The hum of the connection comes with a pressure to it, a strong insistence to be answered in the early afternoon that doesn't usually announce Red's calls. Where those were a lighter, cheerier set of knocks, these could only be compared to a more forceful rapt of knuckles urging for the door to be open. And, once Komaeda should answer it-- ]
Komaeda. [ Red speaks instantly, some pulse of another's bubbly emotion joined behind the name, a contrast to his voice that's attempting to keep steady under the emotion present. The line itself is tense, uneasy, hollow; there's nothing visual to the link, but there's a bed of emotions that can be felt quivering over some lower portion of the space, focus from the trainer pushing them down to that lower level to the best of his ability.
But the emotions are like a land-level fog, rolling by some unseen force, where one stands out as existing more than the unease of the trainer himself. It's a hopelessness, an utter despair with a signature not unfamiliar to Komaeda, and definitely not Red's. It tries to ascend like curls of smoke upward, but some unknown third party exists beneath everything connected to Red by a line that can't be touched, a low hum of happiness -- like inhuman chuckles -- rolling over it to smother it back down.
It's an odd mess as Red tries to speak through it, but his beginning message is short enough. ]
Junko didn't -- [ a distant laughter, a soft hushing hiss. ] -- die in that place.
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21/07; voice
Date: 2016-07-25 02:51 am (UTC)Komaeda. [ Red speaks instantly, some pulse of another's bubbly emotion joined behind the name, a contrast to his voice that's attempting to keep steady under the emotion present. The line itself is tense, uneasy, hollow; there's nothing visual to the link, but there's a bed of emotions that can be felt quivering over some lower portion of the space, focus from the trainer pushing them down to that lower level to the best of his ability.
But the emotions are like a land-level fog, rolling by some unseen force, where one stands out as existing more than the unease of the trainer himself. It's a hopelessness, an utter despair with a signature not unfamiliar to Komaeda, and definitely not Red's. It tries to ascend like curls of smoke upward, but some unknown third party exists beneath everything connected to Red by a line that can't be touched, a low hum of happiness -- like inhuman chuckles -- rolling over it to smother it back down.
It's an odd mess as Red tries to speak through it, but his beginning message is short enough. ]
Junko didn't -- [ a distant laughter, a soft hushing hiss. ] -- die in that place.