Forty-Fourth Theory [Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Filtered to Friends and Love Interests of Hamatos || Not Up to His Usual Standard

Raph is back.

[It should be apparent from his voice and his merely-mediocre filter that he has been up all night. After his brief message, the recording continues for a few minutes, possibly transmitting the muted voices of other Hamatos in the background, before the feed cuts out.]

Comments

[Voice | Filtered 100%, up from substandard filter]

[semper_cogitans]

[The combination of the horribly bad timing of everything and the fact that Don's voice sounds incredibly strained - even to Robert's perception - means that, for once, he picks up on the implications of this.]

... I-I am glad he is back, but... he is in terrible shape, isn't he.

... What did the Malnosso do to him? Is there any way I can help?

[This might take Robert's mind off his own pain that he may or may not go through later.]

[voice]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't know them too well, but they fought together once, and much like her they are stuck somewhere between animal and human.

San also doesn't know how to filter, so.]

Your brother?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

...Oh thank god.

[First Richard, now Raphael. He's so relieved to know they weren't gone for good.]

[Locked]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

What did they do to him?

[Voice || Filtered]

[wise_maiden]

Raphael...

I see. Is there anything I can do?

[Voice | Filtered]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don, what's wrong?

[Voice]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Thank you for telling us. How is he feeling now?

[Video]

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

[There's an excited gasp as a certain mermaid races to pick up her journal.]

Dino-chin is ba-- [She pauses briefly, then bites her lip. The tone of his voice. It was...tired, sad, maybe even disturbed. Her gaze lowers, and her tone drops with it.]

Is...he alright?

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[When Don returns from his nap to check on his brother, Raph pulls himself out of his own dozing to listen carefully for any sign of Robert. One set of footsteps tells him it's safe to open his eyes. As much as he can open them, anyways - only watery slits between the swollen lids. He can only make out his brother's shape, but watches him silently as he approaches.]