Vulba's Audio Logs / The Second Ranger (WVoS Origins) (WIP)

Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/14/6543]

Vulba: "Terra's date: Sunday, April fourteenth, sixty-five forty-three... Time..." *(Shuffling)* "Six-twelve, sunset hours." *(Clicking)* "Tallying two new faces in Salem. A Salamander. No cause for concern, Wanderer's Staff on their person. One Human. A beat face, probably some Kronosi Cablehead. *-(Muttering) Go back home, Kronosi...-*"  *(Clicking)* "Swept-back hair, bluish-grey eyes, chiseled face, thick stubble... Oil-stained clothes and roughed up hands. Possibly a Machine-Priest..." *(Light Shuffling)* "Going to keep tabs on the possible Machine-Priest."

*(Clicking and sighing, shuffling)*

Vulba: "More Cableheads in Salem..." *(CLICK)*


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/15/6543]

V: "Terra's date: Monday, April fifteenth, sixty-five forty-three. Time: Eleven-eighteen, sunrise hours." *(Clicking)* "Watching the new face...  He doesn't seem to behave like a Cablehead, but he fits the bill for being Kronosi. He's been walking around town, knocking on doors, shaking hands, talking..." *(Clicking, whirring)* "His body language keeps telling me he's a Machine-Priest. His fingers curl inward, he keeps his hands away from his body as if they're covered in grease. High steps like he's compensating for wearing heavy boots..." *(Whirring)* "He's got a Navi-Compass..." *(Shuffling, wind whooshing)* "He's a Cablehead, or a Tech-Utopic Rep. Regular folk don't have Navi-Compasses..."

*(Wind rumbles, heavy fabric flaps)*

Vulba: "Tabs will continue later... Too many outstanding personal tasks." *(CLICK)*


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/17/6543]

Vulba: "Terra's date: Wednesday, April seventeenth, sixty-five forty-three. Time: Four-ten, sunrise hours... *(Groan*) Tasks... Run to Salem's General store... Need..." *(Yawning)* "New water filters... and a new Gauss-plasma recycler..." *(CLICK)*

Vulba: "Terra's date: Wednesday, April seventeenth, sixty-five forty-three. Time: Eleven-thirty-two, sunrise hours..." *(Clicking)* "Salamander's gone a 'wandering. Not in Salem by the looks of it." *(Whirring, clicking)* "No sign of the Kronosi Machine-Priest..." *(Wind whooshing, heavy fabric flapping)* "Note to self... Stitch windbreaker layer at left hip below belt..." *(CLICK)*


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/18/6543]

Vulba: "Terra's date: Thursday, April eighteenth, sixty-five forty-three. Time: One forty-three, sunset hours... Notes for future-self: Discontinuing Terra's year-dates from this recording onward. Less redundancy won't change too much." *(Clicking, whirring)* *(Metal door creaking, roaring river-rapids)*

"Additional future-self note: Checking plateau-top weather array tomorrow." *(CLICK)*


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/19/6543]

Vulba: "Terra's date: Friday, April nineteenth. Time: six-twenty, sunrise hours..." *(Straps tightening)* "Prepping for plateau-climb to home weather-array. Local conditions should be low wind... Extremely low humidity." *(Heavy locks opening, metal door creaking, calm river-rapids)* "...Weather's clear. New log starting at the top." *(CLICK)*

V: "Terra's date..." *(Labored breathing)* "Friday, April nineteenth..." *(Labored breathing)* "Nine-twelve... Sunrise hours..." *(Deep breath)* "Scaled the cliff face-" *(Slow deep breaths)* "The climb took longer than I thought..." *(Heavy breath)* "Multiple climbing-spikes dislodged on ascent... Still alive..." *(Heavy thud, labored breathing)* "Anchoring to the rocks and taking a rest..." *(CLICK)*

Vulba: "Date... Friday, April nineteenth. Ten forty-two... Sunrise." *(Groaning & Stretching)* "Weather array is clean... Dust and lichen growth over the dome cleaned off. Light acid-wash did the trick..." *(Footsteps, gravel crunching underfoot)* *(Metallic clacking, winding)* "...Salem looks as quiet as ever from up-top..." *(Whirring)* "Telescope's rangefinder still says ten-and-a-bit-thousand meters... I still think it's wrong." *(Clicking, whirring)*

Vulba: "..."

Vulba: "Hm."

Vulba: "...Why's he at the Archivist's?"

Vulba: "..."

Vulba: "He's... working...?"

*(BEEP, BEEP)*

Vulba: "Oh for- Stupid thing-!" *(CLICK)*

Vulba: "Date: Friday, April nineteenth, two-fifty-five, sunset hours. Personal audio-recorder is on the fritz, again. Toggle switch seems damaged... The recorder must have smacked against the cliffs while I was climbing, or on the way down... Keeping tabs on it. Might be time for the volumetric holo-recorder..." *(CLICK)*


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/20/6543] 1/2

Vulba: "Date... Saturday." *(Yawning & Stretching)* "April twentieth... Seven-fifteen, sunrise hours... Nothing pressing to do today. Going to head into Salem and visit the library, see about finding a new book to read... Geology is only so entertaining..." *(Fabric shifting, object shifting)* "...Additional note... Personal audio-recorder won't turn on. Toggle switch stuck in off-position. Swapped to Volumetric Holo-recorder for this log and foreseeable future due to lack of experience with antiquated equipment... Need to figure out how to turn that on... Lots of buttons... Seems there's an automatic date-stamper as well..."

*(KLACK -WHRRR)*

Vulba: "Oh- Oh wow. That's... Interesting..." *(Footsteps)* "Figured out the volumetric recorder. Hmm... Note to future self: Grab a new Crystal-State external-drive from Salem to store all these recordings..." *(CLICK)*

Vulba: "Date: Saturday, April twentieth, Ten-eighteen, sunrise hours. Got the Drive. No sign of the Kronosi in Salem today. Still keeping my eyes open." *(Footsteps, boards creaking, old door opening)* *(Deep breath/Sigh)* "Been too long since-"

???: "Hello?"

*(Two quick footsteps, fabric flapping, gear gently clattering)*

Vulba: "Hey?! Who's there!?"

???: "Woah woah! Easy! I'm not-"

*(Metal sliding, click)*

???: "Woah-!"

Vulba: "Lift your hands up! Slowly!"

???: "..."

Vulba: "You armed?"

???: "What- No? ...Are you robbing me? I've got nothing!"

Vulba: "You have nothing that I want."

*(Slow paces, muffled rapid heartbeat)*

Vulba: "Salem's Library isn't for Cableheads..."

???: "Cablehead-? Oh come on. You think I'm one of *them??*"

Vulba: "What's your Kronos I.D.?"

???: "Girl- My name's Gus. And I'm not a Cablehead. Just a regular- ...Lesser."

*(Footsteps stop)*

Vulba: "...prove it."

Gus: "How?"

Vulba: "Turn around. Slowly."

*(Three slow footsteps)*

Vulba: "Stop... Look up and to the left. With your head."

Gus: "...If you're looking for a Neural-Port, I don't have one."

Vulba: "Turn your head the other way..."

*(Light shuffle)*

Gus: "...Good enough for you?"

*(Click, metal sliding)*

Vulba: "Yeah... Sorry."

Gus: "You scared the hell outta me..."

Vulba: "I- Sorry. We're not used to visitors here. Among other things..."

Gus: "...I'm Gus."

*(Fabric shifting)*

Vulba: "..."

*(Hands clasping together)*

Vulba: "...I- I'm Vulba..."


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/20/6543] 2/2

Vulba: "Date: Saturday, April twentieth, three-fifty-six, sunset-"

Gus: -*Shouting from a distance*- "Hey- Vulba! Will I see you tomorrow??"

*(Heavy step, Vulba turns around and walks backwards)*

Vulba: -*Calling back*- "If the wind is right!"

Gus: -*Shouting still*- "What's that mean??"

*(Vulba turns back around, steps continue regularly)* *(Fabric flapping in the wind)*

Vulba: "I was mostly wrong about Salem's newcomer... Gus. He's... Well, definitely from Kronos. 'The Megacity' as he was calling it. He's a dreamer. That much is obvious in conversation. I..."

*(Vulba stops and turns around, looking back at Salem, now a distance away)*

Vulba: "..."

Vulba: "I like him."


Vulba's Audio Logs
Date: [04/21/6543]

Vulba: "Date: Sunday, April twenty-first." *(Yawning)* "Six... eighteen, sunrise hours... Going to wake up a fair bit before I try anything with the Crystal-State drive." *(Yawning)* "Way to finnicky to muck around with tired..." (Cont.)