eighteen songs; voice patched through helmet microphone

[movinghair]

[an ever-present drone of a large jet prepping its engine almost (almost) drowns out ranka's voice, small and very nervous.]

It's okay.  I can do this.  I'm the only one who can.  I'm ready.  I can do this.

[each affirmation is followed by a deep, calming breath.  wherever she is and whatever "this" may be, it's gotta be big.  a woman's voice cuts in on the inhale of another breath.]

Almost there, Ranka.  Are you ready?

[she exhales.]

I am, Cannaria-san.

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[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

You okay, sis? What you doin'?

[audio; about an hour and a half later]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Remember what I was saying about my song before?

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

About it affecting de... Vajra, I tink? Is dat what you were doing?

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

You're right about both things.

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

Ja? How'd it go...? Everytin' okay?

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

It all turned out okay, don't worry. The Vajra did stop fighting and everyone was able to come back on Frontier safe. My stomach hurts a little, but it's probably from being out in space for so long and flying around in Cannaria-san's Monster.

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

Good, good! I knew you'd be able to do it! Sorry to hear 'bout your stomach, dough. You got some Dis-Ache?

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Dis-Ache?

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

Ja, you know... Settles your stomach? You got tings like dat, don't you...?

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Oh, we do! Is that what you call medicine like that in your world?

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

Ja! Dere's Dis-Ache, Dis-Stun, Dis-Curse, some uddas... Dey all work to cure our ailments!

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

That's a lot of dis'es.

[audio]

[digitaldreads.livejournal.com]

Dere's a lot of ailments.

[audio]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

[chuckle] That makes sense then.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't expect an answer but she says something, in a small voice;] Stay safe.

[voice; about an hour and a half later]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

It's over now.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

I'm glad.

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

And it really worked. The Vajra stopped fighting.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

They did?!

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Or at least, the ones that the others fighting did. They acted like they were...confused.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

Confused? I don't think I understand.

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

The Vajra were fighting and when I started to sing, they stopped and looked around as if they were looking for something.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

[Vanille doesn't answer for a while.] Were they looking for you?

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

That can't be good.

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

They can't know where I am.

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

[her voice is low, small. almost...not vanille-like.] I hope so.

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

It'll be alright. You'll see. [ranka's voice is low and small as well, but firm in a comforting way. a new note outside of singing range.]

[voice]

[curajas.livejournal.com]

Yep. I guess so! [she perks up almost instantly]

[voice]

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Hee, yeah! [that's her vanille!]

[responding about an hour later]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

You did very well, Ranka-chan.

[movinghair.livejournal.com]

Everyone came back safe so it looks that way. Thank you, Grace.