Another note just before I'm gone for good (promise). Lines that are underlined just mean the person speaking isn't Axel. I'm sure you all could have figured that out, but just in case, ya know. Now I should be gone, enjoy!

Quickly Now

Look up, the stars are just as lost to the ever changing future as we are. Wake up, and carry on anyway. Welcome to Radiant Garden.

So, listeners, it appears as though we have a storm on the horizon. The City Councilor would like everyone to know that there is nothing to worry about, this storm, while it looks dark and ominous is actually nothing more than a light shower. Things can be quite deceiving like that, after all.

So, everyone should carry on with their normal days, though for me things are still not quite normal.

My heart seems to beat louder and the world still seems much more radiant since we received the group of scientists into our friendly neighborhood. If you are listening to this Roxas, and I know you have to, then still I have not come down from the high of seeing you. Still your perfect everything rattles my very being, and I welcome it.

Basically, call me.

In other news, mayoral elections are approaching. If you'll remember, listeners, our previous mayor was killed in mysterious circumstances. So mysterious that the police took one look at the case and just shrugged helplessly before moving on. The City Councilor has been doing his very best, something we're all thankful for, but don't be afraid to put yourself out there if you want to help too.

I know, putting yourself out there can be scary. What if you fail? What if you make a fool out of yourself?

Well, maybe you will, on both accounts, but at least you would have tried.

I was unsure myself, you know. When I first tried out for this very job, but look at me now, the voice of Radiant Garden. Perhaps you, listening right now, will soon be Mayor of Radiant Garden.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself, listeners…and those dark figures that sometimes rise from the shadows.

Back to the storm, it seems that while I was discussing our coming election, Namine took a call. I'm a bit upset that she didn't transfer it to me, but she was probably trying to protect me from Management, sweet girl that she is.

Anyway, the call was from…Roxas.

You heard that right, listeners. Roxas did actually call me!

Namine has given me the message, and reading it over, I notice there is nothing about getting dinner later. That's fine, Namine probably left that bit out…or maybe Roxas was busy and didn't want to make any plans. Either way, there is definitely hope, listeners. Cheer for me.

The message I was given says…well, I probably shouldn't relay this, but Roxas would never lie to me. It says that this storm is going to be much more serious than the City Councilor tells us.

I know, you're skeptical. I was a bit too, when I first read it.

Our trusted City Councilor would never lie to us, but perhaps both are right. The storm, fickle things they are, could have become more dangerous as it moved. Surely that's it.

Anyway, with the storm almost on top of us, Roxas relays that people should be quick and find shelter.

I will support this claim.

Quickly now, everyone, find somewhere to hunker down and be safe.

For it is here.

I will—you—ners—I—safe—

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Safe…

Hm…this is…odd.

Yo, whoever's listening, it appears as though I've ended up somewhere else, or Rude repainted the walls…. Honestly, I don't like the grey that much either, but he could have at least asked. This pale yellow whatever is definitely not our color.

Name's Reno, by the way, in case you cared.

According to my ears, you lot seem to have your own storm going on. Weird, though Cloud did try to tell us ours wasn't just a normal storm. As if any of us paid attention to that nerdy scientist though, right?

Or, well, not right, since if I am somewhere else you would have no idea who I'm talking about. Just picture…moody, blonde asshole.

Oh, seems things are picking back up outside. Hopefully, this means I'm outta here. I'm sure you're all lovely people, but I've got my own lovely assholes back at Hollow Bastion, ya know. I really don't feel like putting in the time getting to know an entirely new—

—I'll say bye—case—

Bye—

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Okay…okay, yellow walls.

Seems like I'm back, listeners.

That was…weird.

I was in an entirely different room with horrible grey wall. It looked like a radio booth; so, I passed the time by talking to the people of wherever I was. Don't worry, nothing too crazy, just about our own storm and maybe a bit about Roxas too. So, nothing you all don't already know.

I think even weirder than that though, was when I was on my way back. It was like…being in the storm and I saw someone. He looked a lot like me, not as handsome, of course. It was only for a moment…and now I'm here.

Home again.

The storm seems to be moving on, dissipating as it does. It seems we are in the clear, listeners, and after everything I can't help but be relieved.

Let's meet again, Radiant Garden, hopefully storm-free in the next one.

Hollow Bastion during the storm...

Listeners…uh….

Well, I may have become color blind. It seems like the walls have become grey. Now white, I'd suspect Namine, but grey…. Hm….

This desk isn't the same either, metal instead of wood.

…I think the only answer to this, listeners, is that I'm somewhere else. So, hello, I guess?

I'm Axel, got it memorized?

And I am not in Radiant Garden anymore. Seems Roxy was right, this storm, or rather, our storm, was pretty bad, though I don't think anyone thought teleportation-bad.

Oh, man, this would be the perfect way to get Roxy to go out with me. He's always so busy with science, ya know. But if I used this, well, I'm sure I'd make his day. He'd get science and a date with me!

…Seems like the storm outside is picking up, hopefully I end up back home and not somewhere else again.

Either way—should say—so—

Bye!

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Oh man, I've never been more glad to see these awful grey walls.

It appears I'm back, baby! Did you miss me?

Rude looks confused in the next room, and boy, Rude, do I have a story for you.

Seems like I was like teleported, crazy I know, and honestly, something even crazier happened.

I know, man, how could something crazier happen, but it did. On my way back from…wherever, I saw a man in the storm. He looked almost exactly like me, though not as handsome, of course.

Seems Cloud was right this time, listeners, this storm was a weird one, but, hey, sometimes even nerds get lucky. Ha!

Catch ya later, Hollow Bastion, catch you later….