World Refugees Final Mix

[[the recording starts and stops a few times before someone starts speaking - a familiar voice, but no longer speaking with a Welsh accent. And he sounds like he's in a lot of pain... or trying to fight to speak]]

...guys...

...can't make this... but... the grimoire - you can't... if it comes down to it... if there's no choice-

[[he stops for a moment, gasping for breath]]

dammit... not her fault... she's not... not anyone's fault... it won't be but you have to get the tali-

[[there's a strangled groan, and the recording goes dead]]

[[ooc: didn't have a lot of time - so emailed to the first people he could think of]]

since neither Lilith nor Calum actually post to the network willingly, I'll just leave this right here. for those in Atlantica, you'll notice that Lilith's ship is gone, along with its pilot. Also, the ward on the Cork has been tampered with, and a certain pirate is also missing.

[[the laptop obviously got bumped into - the recording starts in the middle of what sounds like a lot of heavy stones falling to the ground. No, not stones. From the noise, it sounds like boulders. Something is cracking too, breaking into thousands of pieces, and over that noise, is the sound of tornado-force winds.]]

[[worse yet, there's the sounds of terrified screams that are often abruptly cut off]]

[[this goes on for about five minutes before the gales die down. Then, rumbling again, far off at first, but then it slowly gets louder...]]

[[the recording shuts off]

Time and time again.

Will it really be two years since this all started?

I guess this is the part where we all start to walk down memory lane... but somehow, I'm getting the feeling that the more things change, the more they stay exactly the same.

Things aren't quite right.

But I'll be damned if this counts for my "happy ending".

Imagine that.

Looks like you children have a bit of a problem on your hands.

[the laptop is at a weird angle on the table, as if it is half-hidden under something. Josiah is writing something on a piece of paper, though at the angle the laptop is sitting at, its hard to make out the words. He is idly flipping an intricate-looking gold coin in his hand. The sounds of drunken, riotous laughter and conversation are heard, but they seem to be a distance away.]

[there's a pause in the writing as a shadow appears over the table. Josiah doesn't even look up, but asks in Calum's accent] Can I help you?

[another pause, followed by the telltale click of a pistol's hammer being pulled back. Calum only laughs quietly, though there's no amusement in the tone] Do you really want to do that?

[The person says something, but it's said so quietly that the laptop doesn't pick it up. Calum only raises an eyebrow] Oh really now. How convenient for you. [gestures quickly and there's a startled gasp, followed by the gun going off, and then silence, despite the commotion still going on in the background] I don't have time for your games, sir. [takes one more glance at the paper he had been writing on, and frowns] Yes, that should work.

[flips the coin one more time and pockets it before glancing curiously at the laptop. He reaches over, and then the recording goes dead]