[Audio] - WEEKLY BULLETIN - open

[inthenightmods]

WEEKLY BULLETIN
[Though the bulletin is always text, today it opens up as an audio file. Voices filter through, overlapping, and maybe you recognize a few from network posts in the past . . . although they seem a bit off.]

--aybe you've seen me around lately, and if you have, you probably noticed something missing! It's a--

--with some mysterious glowy, kinda ḏ̶͂i̴̜͐s̶͔͒t̸̰͆o̸͈͂r̷̗̉ẗ̷͇́e̴̙̎d̵̖̎--

--asking for a friend--

--anyone seen Riku?--

--I gave h̸̯͓͓̽̎̏̈́̈̍̽̒͊̉̂̅͘͝͠i̴̢͕̙͔͇̰͚̜̠͛͜m̸̪̼̩̝̥̝̗̥̯̦̮̥̣̬̲͂̀͌͐́̈́̽̽̒ͅ to the forest spirits the forest spirits the forest spirits the spirts I used some--

--just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened?

--did any of you see things? Hear things? --

--has anyone found a way to burn things to burn them to burn them all has anyone found a way--

--I thought we were here to help--

--you're not here to help you cannot help them you cannot yo͢u̴ s͝avȩ n͢o̸ ̡y̕ou̶ s̢a͡v̵e n̴othin̷g͡ y͠ou͜ ̀k̀ep̨ th͟em̧ ́iǹ h̨om̶e ̴aņd̡ ͡yo̡u͟ ͜k̛ee̕p yo̡͟u ̷̡̡k̢̀e̷̕ep͟ ̢t͞҉h͢e̸m͢ i̧̡͟n ͜͏a̵̸͞ ͞bę̷̛d̶ ̧҉a̶n͢͏́d̸̨ y̵͟ò̷́ú͞ k̴͏ee̶͜p͏ ̢̀͠tḩ̨e̶͡m͟ ̵̷̕fo͏̶ŕ ̷us͠ ̡̛͠l̷̛҉ike͜ ͢s͟a̵̛ŗd҉҉i͏n̢͏͡es͝ ͠i̛͘n ̧͘͝a͡ ͘͜c̨͡͝an̴ ļ͡i̢͡ke̛̕ ͢rats͢ ̷́͠i̡n̡͢ ̶̸̢a̷ ̴́͞c̨ą́g̕҉e ͢l̡i̧͡͡k̷̕͟e͘ ̷҉f̶͏̨i̧͝sh̶́ ̀͡ì̡n͟͡ ̵̡̛a̸̧ b̵a̛͢r̶r̷̸͟e҉ĺ̨͞ ̷̧ỳ͢ơ͘u̴̶͜ ͢͞kę́e̶͠p̛ ̴̡t͞͡h͢͏e̷͡m̡͞ ̷p̕͝e̢͡n͜ń͝e̛d҉̨ ̧͟l̶̸ik̴̡͟e͞҉ ̶͟

cà͡tt̸͡le͘͠ ͝

a͜͏͝n̴҉d̢ w̛̛e͝ ͘͏w̛̛i̷͟͡l̴̶̛l͏͟͞ c̶͝o̡͜me f̵͠or͟͢ ͠th̵̡e͜͟m̸͟ ̀a̕n̸҉d̸ ͝w̵e̵̛ ͢w̵͘͢i̴ll͡ c͟͝om̀͟e҉ ̛͠fo̸̕͞ŕ҉ ̕y̴̡ó̸̢u͘͘ ̢á̕ņd͠ ̢̨͞y̧ò͢u̷͝ c͏͟a̴̡n̛͠no̷t͟͞ ̧̢s̷͢av̴҉e̵͝͡ ̢͘t͏h̨̡̀e̶͞m̶ ͘͝and̸͠ ͠ y̵͜o̕u̸̸͡ ̧c̷a͡ņn͝҉ơ͟t́҉̕ ̵sa͝v̶͏ȩ ̸̸͜thę̛m҉ à̧n͟d҉̨ ͏͡͡y̧̕ǫ̛҉u̕ ̨ca̷͢n̛ǹ͘ò̷t ͞͝s͏a̸v̛e̴̡ ̷̶͟ţ̸̕h҉̧̨e̵m̵͟ ̛͟͞à͢nd̵̴ ̨y̡̕҉o̷̢u̶ ̷C̷AN͟N̸̕O̴T̶̵ ҉S͏͢A̛҉V̨E̕ ͏T̢̢͡H̕҉E̵M̸ Y̢̡͘O̡͢U̶͢ ̢̨̨̢͡C̶̶̨͢À̷͜͝Ǹ̵̡͜N̵̷͟O̷̸͝T̸̸͡ ҉̨̨̡͠Ś̴͝Á͘͟҉̶V̛͠E͏̧͢͜ ̷̢͡͏͢T̸̡̀͝H̶̨͞E̷̵͘͟M̴̨̕ ͢҉̴́Y͡Ǫ͠͠U̸͡ ̕͟͝͞C̀͟A͟͝͡N̵̨̨Ń͠͡O̵̧̡̢Ţ̡̛͢ ҉̸͢S̶̡͜͝A͏V̸̶͞É͜͏ ̴̢̕T̴̸͠H̡͜͢É̡͝M҉̴̨͟ ̸͠҉Y̢͘͝Ó̸̸̶͡U͟ ͝Ć̴͜A҉̸̨͡Ǹ͠N̨̡̕͟͝Ơ̢T̸ ̨̡͜͞Ś̴͢͢Á̴̵̸͢V̵̡͞E͘͜ ̴͠͏T̢͜Ḩ̴͝͡E͘͢M̷̸͜͠ ҉̷̵̵Y̷͢O͘͢͢͞͝Ù͟͢ ̵̶C͝͠͏A̷̛͟N̛N̡͘Ớ͏T҉̨͝ ̡́̀S̡̕͘͞A̵̶V͜͝Ę́ ҉̴̀͜͞Ţ̀͝H̴̢͢Ę̶̢̀M̶͝ ̕҉̕Ý̕͜͟O̸U͏̴͝ ̸̷҉̴C͞͏̶A҉̨̢͘͘N̛͘Ń̢̛͠Ó̷͜͡T̷̸̡͢ ̛͜҉̴̧S̵̴̀͢Á͘͞҉V̷̵̢҉E̡͞҉ ҉̵T͡H́͜͜͢͞È͘M̡̕͏ ̷̸̢̀͠Ý̛͜͠͠O̴͜Ų͡ ̡̀́̕͞C͟͢͡Ą̡̧͞Ņ̴N̷̡O̶T͏̵͘ ̶͘͟S̷̢͠Á͟͝V̴̢̕͡E̢̢̨͟͟ ́҉͡͞T̨͜͡H͟͡Ȩ̛M̶̀ ̶̵̢͢͟Ý̶͝O̧͡Ú ́͘͡C̵̢͟͠Ą́͢͜N̡͟͠͞N̵͜O̴̵̢͡T̷̢ Y̷̥̳͍̭̱̠̙O̟͔̗̺̝̬͟͞U̙̩̜̦̳͡ ̰̱͖̤̼̭C̶̵̳͇A̟̫̩̲͓N̞̭̥N̴̡̙̤̤O̹̳͇̭̭͖̕T͏̰͔̠͙̙̩̼͈͉ ͉̗͡ͅS̟͔̦A̧̝̠͓̥̱̫͍͘V̶͞҉͙͖̥E͏̨̝͎͎͖͇͚͚͓ ̶̬͇̳͈̹͘T̕҉̪̫̙̮̯̠͉̜H̖̫̲Ḙ̝̱̰͜͠M̡͚̹̩̦͉͍̜ ̭̞͔̘͎̕͜Y̡̡̱͚O͏̱̣̙͇̫Ù̘͘ͅ ̹̞͕͙͉̘̘̯̰͡͝C̨͙̦̞̤̙̙͇͡A̟̤͇͉̖̭ͅN̻̤̺̞̫͙̲͇Ṇ͔̣̘̭̦̜͔̝O̵͚͎͓̳̤̟̬̬͘ͅT̡̨̠̺͇͕͈̺̠ ͕̺̹͘͢S̡̩̮̮͍͜Ą̴̱̟̗̺V̶̶̟̳̘͓̖ͅE̡̱͙̟̘͉̺͍͟͝ ͏̡̼͙̣͓T͙̝̞͖̞̖̝͔H̴̢͇̣E͏̘͙̭̰͎́M͍̗͙͎ ̨̢̬̪̟͈͚̼̮͉Y͕̳̟̯͙̳Ǫ͕͕̠U̞̘̱͖̞̳͉ ͡҉̣͖̣C̶̬̰A̺̠̫̥N̨͚̠̙̤̜̦̯̘̩͝N̶̛̜̗̝̤O̟͕͔T̀͏̙̬ ̡̫̜̫̙͜S̸͓̻͘͢A̡̬̙̞͙̺̖̯̜V̶̛̼͉̩̰͟É̡̘͍̲̻̟̖ ̺͔̗̕T̜̪̱̦̙H̛̪̜̯͖̘E͢҉̼̮̼M̛͍̼̼̣̪͈̣̥̝ ̮̠̳̦̹͜͝Y̪͇͡O̡̩̖͕̯͘͢ͅU̡̜̦ͅ ͉͇͚̼̬̗̬̬́ͅC̷̡̜̜A̵̤̩̹̬͙͇̠N̹̮̙͠ͅN͈͢O҉̷̢̞T̴̵̬̺̻͢ ̨̭̹̼̣̗͇̱̰͝S̵͠҉̭̬̫A̴̺͙̮̲̳̫̳̙͠V̴̞̥̘E͏̲͕̝̦̰͈̫ ̡́҉̝̺T̷̯̲͎̕͡H͕͓̖̫E͏̙͚̞̪̱̰M̶҉̖͍͚͇͉̝̬̻ ͙̩̺̥Y̷̞O̶͖̩̺̙͚ͅU͕͓ ̡̲͓̫͖̜̮̬͟͝C̸͍̞̪̘͕̦͍̀̕A̡͘͏̰͕͇N͕̥̼͇̜N̴͈̯̼̪̬͍Ò͈̪̥͓̜̗ͅT̶͚̩̥̘́͘ ̯̮̥͜S͏̭̫͙̩̱Ḁ͈̖̺̗̣͖̕ͅV̵̟̲͓͠͝E̻̘̯͉̯̯͍͘ͅ ͅT̢͓̰H͎͙̥͙̠̤̦E̴̛̛͍͈̯͓M͚̼̟̙̖͈̻͢ ̮͇̀̕͝Y̬̲̩̭̯̠O͎̜̘̬̮̙͉̼͡Ư̵̸̳͓̱͚̜ͅ ̶͈̘̝͉̖̹͓̘C̘̠̣̗̩̻ͅẠ̼Ǹ̶͚̞̦͚N̷̫͉̘̪̠̹͘͟O̕҉͖̗͖͓̺̖͚̙T̢̯̟̙̭̱̀ͅ ̡̣͇̲̘Ś̛͚̰A̩͕͢V̶̱͓͕̗͍̻͜E̡̞̥͙̼ͅ Y̡̮͍̗̓ͬ̓ͧ́ͧ̿̉̀O̯͖̭͈̣̣̜̎̔͐͆ͭ̀͐͜Ù͙̀ͣͪ̏̇̌͒ ̵̤̰̠̫͍̠͚̊̅̀̑̽́ͅC̻̼̪̲̽͐̈́̔́A̡̫͖̼̬̯̘͗̓͟N̴̫͔̩̲̲̬̫̗̅ͨ̈́͡N̓̄̎͌͗̏͒̚͜͏̭͈͍̙̪̩O͈̩̙̪̮͇̥͑ͬ̏̏ͥ̽͞Tͭͬ͌̓̂̑̔͏̲̖̦ ̴̦̰̒͒̔ͭ͌̓ͣͮͭ͟Ș̸̫̦̲̣̯̥͗̈́ͨ̆̉̅́A̭̹̼̭̜͓̳̹ͪ̉̉͜͠V͚̳̰̋̇ͬ̋̽̽̏̀̌̀ͅE̝̳ͣͯ̔͗ ̭͍̖̫̱͐Ṯ̨̖̼̬̺̲̰̿͑̓ͪͭ͑͐ͅH̩̘̬ͭ̈́̏͆͟͢E̶̢ͥͨͨ̓ͮ̌̚҉̱͉͇̘M̭̪ͭ̀͒̀́ ̃̒̕҉̰͈̺Y̡͇̗̥͒̈̌̋̆O̧̺͎͋̀͊͜Ũ̸̵̺̖̣͇̃ ̢̖͙̆̈́̄ͬ̒ͥ͌̾̀Ç̡̫͈̦̩ͯ͟ͅĄ̷͖̟̠̗͚͓̿̄̉̔ͣ́̉ͣN̢̡͔̖̦͓̠̟̲̍̉ͅN̠͔͉̘̲͙͔̔ͨ͋͡ͅͅO̠̯̪̲͖̦ͤͦ̓̀T͖̺̞̰̦̘̼̥ͨ̊̂̿̋ͣͤ͛͝ ͧ͋ͪ̍̂̓̃̈͑͏͔̭̬̤̻̗̬͍͔S̝̟̳̭̦̃ͤͤ̋͊ͅA̡̤̬̤̻͙̦͎̦ͫ͑̒̃̾ͧV̘͕̘̫͐̕͡E͌͆͏͞͏͕̳̝̦̮̣ ̷͈̠͖͖̭̫̻͔̒̇̆͠T̸͍͎̖ͩ͛̆ͨ͜Ḣ͉͕̩̞̲̺̖̪̌ͦ̾̃ͥ͆̆ͭË̦̠͍̟́̍̍̀̂͂̍͒̚͘M̬̲͙ͧ̓̿̌̉̏̕̕͝ ̢̗̦͕͎͈͉ͣ̏ͤ͛͟Y̱͔̅ͨ̀Ȍ̙͓̗̍ͨͯU̫̲̟͔̪̦ͮͬ̀̕ͅ ̧̝̜̗̰̖̖̭͍ͤ͐̒͌̑͘͝C̡͉̗͖͙̊ͭ́A̙̯̝̰͓̓̄̋͊͆ͣN̷͙̞͇̭̗̈ͨͦͤ͒̊ͤ͢͞N̷̳̜̗͕̘̖̩͇ͯ͢͝O̯̗̩̬̗̜̣͈ͩͧ̏̕T͖͕̙̫̊ͭ̇̓ͪ̑̏ ̷̙̲̘̖͖͍ͭ̒ͨ̔ͥͩͬ͋͟S̴͓͈̗̱̗̩̘̟̀́ͥA͗̀͐́͏̣̖̲̝̘̰̦V̧͓͚̘͖ͣ̒̿ͣ́Ẻ̋͌̂̉ͣ̑̾͌҉̮̱͢ͅ ͍̭̯̞͚̼͖̙͑̂̋̉͝͝͞T̨ͩ̆̉҉̪̮̲Ḩ̛͔͖̱͍̟̩̮͛̌̌ͨ̾ͧͮ̈͞Ȩ͕̙̞̫̫̙̂ͧ̒ͬͮͧ͡ͅM̗̟̲͉͚̎̀̒ͪ͑̎͆̓́ ̨̜̹̜̼̭ͤͥ̔͊̂̕ͅŸ̸̨̝̼̹͇̟̳̳͖͑̚͡ͅÔ̧̨̨̠̝͉̺̱̱̔̽̀U̳̮̬̦̻̔ͯ̇̑̿ ̢͈̫͓͈͍̲̻̍́̋̐ͩ̋ͩ̕͜Ċ̡̨̟̘͛̀ͤ̌͘A̸͈̞̖̹̥͕̠̱͐ͯ͆͋̓̾̿͆N̛̬̱̱͕̗̰̻̭ͣ̔͛͠N̰̙̹̲̮̟͇̼ͤ̑̒ͤ͡͠Ơ̵̟̟̪̗̍̏̓͋̍͌͜T̟̼̠͖͇͉̭ͧ ̪͓͙̥̜̱̫̊̊͟͞S̥͍̥͙̦̭͇ͦͤ̇̈͛A̶̟͕͇͎͍̩̠̍ͯ͑̽̅V̙͚̜͓̯̞̜̖͊̊͂ͧ͢Ė̛̲̪̦̹͂ͧ













maybe you should try ҉E͡ ́A̷̶ ̕͡T͟ ̷͠I͏҉͝ ͞N̶͡ ̴G something :)

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[audio] @kingofwei

[pure_havoc]

[all right, he'll bite. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?]

Who are you?

[inthenightmods]

Who are you who are Y̷̢͚̞̻̻̮͇̞͎̝̝̓̋̾͑̅̾̓̀͒̔̄̚̕Ô̶̢̰͉͓̗̣̱̄̑̂̌̂̓̌̍̃̾̾̚͝Ų̶͓̗̱̮̝̹̠͇̼̻̄̐́͐̌̑̄̚̕͠

[pure_havoc]

[oh is that how it's going to be?]

You had your chance to explain your side. You'll get no sympathy from me going forward.

[inthenightmods]

[It's his own voice now, echoing and mocking:]

You'll get no sympathy from me you'll get nothing from me you'll get NOTHING but pain and loss and grief and you will wish you were so bold as to threaten me.

audio; @fleuret

[luxoraculi]

Do you think you are any sort of frightening? I grow tired of these games. Your threats mean very little.

[inthenightmods]

[How odd: the voice sounds just like her.]

you mean very little you mean very little you aren't so frightening with your powers and your light

what is an oracle without her people without her powers with her companions she failed to save without a single thing accomplished

[luxoraculi]

[ Well, that's... different. ]

Is that it, then? Does light frighten you? In that case, I will do everything in my power to find whatever source of light, whether it be from within or an outside source, to drive you out of the shadows that you hide in.

[ That last bit has her pause, though. ]

My people will always be in my heart, just as my companions will be. I feel closer to them now than ever, theirs is a strength that is easy to draw upon. What of you? What have you accomplished thus far?

[inthenightmods]

[How odd: the voice changes. It goes lower, deeper, smoother, and almost assuredly she'll recognize it.]

Fear, my Oracle.

audio; @bacura

[mellowyellow]

Watch me.

[inthenightmods]

We are we are always watching you

Those are brave words from someone like Y̷̢͚̞̻̻̮͇̞͎̝̝̓̋̾͑̅̾̓̀͒̔̄̚̕Ô̶̢̰͉͓̗̣̱̄̑̂̌̂̓̌̍̃̾̾̚͝Ų̶͓̗̱̮̝̹̠͇̼̻̄̐́͐̌̑̄̚̕͠

[mellowyellow]

[Rather than reply, Masaomi puts away his tablet, stands tall, and thrusts both middle fingers into the cold night air.

After all, they're always watching, right? Suck on that, assholes.]

[inthenightmods]

[Come on, man.]

@darkness : voice

[evulsed]

Are you the ones that brought the darkness?

[inthenightmods]

[Laughter, long and loud and female-- and oddly joyful. Giddy, almost. And right on the heels of it, screams in the background, weeping and wailing, a cacophony of grief that ends just as abruptly as it began.]

No.

[evulsed]

[ It's something he's familiar with: in fact, the laughter, the pain.... He could have been the one on the other side of this conversation. ]

But you don't want to get rid of it?

[inthenightmods]

[A chirp, equal parts baffled and curious.]

You don't want to be rid of the wind? The moon? The stars? The grass? The air? The dirt? The Invincible? The alcohol? The--

[It goes on.]

audio | @freddie1967

[sauntered_downward]

WAKE THEM UP!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

[inthenightmods]

You can certainly T̸̨̗̭̹͓͔̙̹͓̼̫̈́̒̂͒R̴͕̜̪̫͕̺̺̜̪͈̫̜̺̲̈́̐̒̏̐̊̿̎̐͛̈́̕͝Y̷̛̛͔͇̟͓͍̮̜͖͔͖̣͖̽̿̃̾̈́̒̀̄̇͘͜

[sauntered_downward]

They haven't done anything to you! Wake them up!

@riku; voice

[equinoctials]

Robin...

[ He fears for her and her safety. It's possible that these spirits - angry, ferociously influential, and everywhere - might be imitating her voice the way they've done with Cao Pi, or if they're the ones with green eyes, it could really be Robin, unhinged by whatever terrors have been poured into her heart and mind.

How easy it could be, given her isolation. It's been over a month since he spoke with her, he knows that now. She asked about him, the knowledge of that length of time and the perceived danger she's in - that they're all in - twists like a thorn in his chest. Unable to afford to be discouraged, Riku reminds himself there are still people he needs to look after, in this hideaway he's carved out for himself and his unconscious friends. ]

Is fear really the goal? Or is this a test?

[ What is this, a wild assumption? A grasp in the dark? No- he's thought about it, and he doesn't entirely buy that it's so simple as an enemy to fight against. These spirits have survived in a world entirely hostile towards anything in it, inevitably it's light and activity - their light and activity - that draws the beings that will consume all their remaining light.

In that case, aren't they the problem? And rather than dismiss the Beacon residents entirely, this feels like it could be a particularly brutal exam, weighing their potential value. If they fail, they're destroyed, simple as that. But if they survive, if they show their capability, then maybe a mutually beneficial alliance could be forged.

This assumes much about the intellect and relatability of the spirits to the Beacon residents. But they've shown incredible cunning. ]

[inthenightmods]

[The voice changes again, though perhaps it's a bit younger than he remembers.]

It is not fear. It is not a test. It is-- it is--

[It is lacking words, perhaps.]

[equinoctials]

[ Kairi.

He's been seeing her since she died, seeing her washed up on a shore so far from home ever since he heard she'd drowned. Riku's heart has been heavy with the weight of her loss since then, the pain has not lessened with time. It just sits there, as heavy as a stone in his chest.

So he sounds a little thready, a little strangled when he says: ]

Use as many words as you need. I want to understand. You went through all this trouble.

@jtodd; private

[mind_blown]

hey.

i just wanna talk.

[inthenightmods]

[The replies from the spirits, at least, are public.]

heyheyheyhey hey

[mind_blown]

[ he will keep his private ]

are you repeating our words because you can or to communicate?