This isn't anything too new.

It'd just be like seeing Travis again.

Mm.

After Battleship Island, you couldn't give me a moment of peace?

Just as well.

Is anyone there?

[OOC: All previous entries before this = GONE]

My heart goes out only for the answers; I never wanted to be 'leader', and so the inevitable comes. My inability to fill the role, and the move to find someone who can.

Still, the world turns.

Three different issues to deal with now. However, we at least have the boon of Dr. Tam's return.

Mr. Townshend. Are you safe?

To all who run housing - how are your food supplies?

Prydain. I'd like to speak with you in private.

I've also caught word we have someone who claims to be 'Death'. I'd like to speak with you as well.

And Mr. Arisato. When you have time, I'd like to talk to you about Persona.

That is all for official business.

Hopefully, sometime in the nextweek, I'll have a full disclosure and analysis of the information found in the hospitals and subways.

Things are moving along.

Ed, Demyx, you're doing well. Thank you.

I'm compiling all the information gained from those who were in the Subway and the Hospital. Sakon, I'd like to thank you in particular for being so organized and attentive.

Mr. Sullivan, however. The closer you try to get to him, Mr. Sullivan, the greater the consequences will be.

Any concerns, questions, speak them now.

Ryoji. I need to see you now.

Good evening, Discedo. I am Garcian Smith.

Most of you are already at least somewhat familiar with me, due to the information I have collected for you all. Some know me more than others.

But much as I may dislike this, you will all start to know me more now.

As of tonight, I am officially in charge of this city.

Some, or even perhaps, most of you, will take issue with this. Perhaps telling me that we never asked you, you never voted for me, or on and on. I imagine you could have an extensive list of complaints with me stepping in.

Let me answer all of those complaints ahead of time:

I don't care.

I am here to get this city running effectively, not to turn and bend to your personal preferences or expectations. If you're used to a democracy, you'll not find it here. Let me remind you: We are at the end of the world. The situation drastically changes how things need to be done.

However, I am no tyrant, either. The hold on certain areas will be loosened. Work, for example. Project leaders will be assigned. From there, they can choose and find who to work with. I will trust them to handle their responsibility.

But. I am also fully aware that this title, this position of 'being in charge' has no meaning unless you give it one. I know full well that people do not take well to taking guidance from someone they don't know, or isn't taking action of their own.

In one regard, I will be quite a bit stricter.

To those of you who would see this destroyed world as a playground for murder, genocide, what have you, you will be dealt with, personally, by me. There will be no more bloodthirsty mobs, screaming and running into nowhere, with no direction. There will be myself, and those I choose. You, those who wish to overthrow, or destroy, or so on, will be dealt with quickly and quietly.

I do not sit idly by, and I do not make idle threats, either.

Work begins now.

The first work at hand. Making sure we can survive. The Elrics, you are in charge of construction and reconstruction. Choose where you'd like to start, and go. I leave it in your hands. Demyx, you remain in control of water. If you could start making another stable supply, please. I will choose a few soon to replenish our stocks of food, make sure we have enough.

And the other piece. Those of you who were stuck in the subway, and the hospital. I'd like to speak with all of you, please.

That is all, for now.

It seems I've chosen the right time to make my decision.

Time to set up an office. Perhaps only a formality, but. An important one.

At Mr. Mason's request, I will be stepping in.

Mr. Edgeworth, Ms. Von Karma, you and I should speak personally soon.

Iroh. I would like to speak with you as well.

How soon is now, they ask.

As soon as everyone is ready to go there.

But there is no more waiting to be done.

May the lord smile.

And the devil have mercy.

[The snaps of a suitcase being undone. Then the communication ends.]

This is the deciding point, then.

To step out and up, on high, where all can see.

It is not something I enjoy.

But the necessities of life tend to be like that, don't they?

I do not relish this possibility.

I would have other work to attend to. But, I suppose, it may very well be an obligation.

Or, at least, it would be a favor asked for by the correct person.

How things will turn is close, now. There is no prediction to be made. Only waiting.

I'll find you yet.

If you're trying to hide, you have to shred the records. Erase your name from the official histories.

But I imagine you all know that.

How far does that sentimentality and that nostalgia stretch?

But finding the lead is as easy as the Yellow Pages.

The only problem, of course, is if the location is listed in a different city.

But that's a temporary setback, at most.

I will see this world. I will know it. I will find you, I will find the Truth, and I will find who is left.

The life of a nomad comes to an end, for now. Perhaps in months, perhaps in ten years, it will start again.

There is no omnipotent force, no God to this world. As powerful as some may be, as much as they may be able to turn reality into their wishing well, there is no God here.

Merely Groups. One of which was assumed to have that omnipotence. Some still make this assumption.

They cannot do everything. Neither can we.

The rest of the world may live on, though quietly, out of our reach.

How far have they come, I wonder.

Perhaps they've gone under the ground, rather than face what was in the air.

One can only spend so much time by themselves.

The method changes, but the course remains the same.

Once again, it looks like the search for the answers may have to be delayed.

Still, the rain has gone.

A change in pace is always welcome. Repetition can only go so far.

And the pulse of the world tenses, then beats, faster and faster.

I wonder. Forty days and forty nights? Perhaps.

But I think the sun will come out before then.

Quiet can never be maintained. Not even at the end of the world.

Some would envy ghosts. What obligations to the world do they have?

All too many.

The question is now, what direction to take?

( Locked to Zexion )

The rain goes on. A sky unleashed, making up for years gone by.

Who knows? With this much, maybe even a little of the ground beneath us will show some life again.

As ever, I trace old steps, to find the past. Never go towards the future without understanding the past.

Can't wear my suit today.

Suppose I might even take the day off, to enjoy it.