Log #8. October 27, 2023.
*click*
*Addie's voice is audible on the tape. She seems shaken. Very shaken.*
"No... nonononono...
I'm not... I'm barely in control anymore. He takes over more and more frequently, always without warning and sometimes before I even realize. I'll just wake up, and I'm somewhere else, no knowledge of how long I'd been out.
All the usual signs of possession seem to plague me as well. I can tell I'm a bit more snappy, and I'm just...
Generally... I'm just acting more and more like him.
Nothing's working. I don't know where Xcan is. Praxus is... still gone. *she seems choked up as she says that.* And none of the rituals are working. Nothing is working. Nothing.
I'm starting to lose hope. Akhet told me that [the name is distorted] came by the house and got my notes. I trust him enough, at least. And I know he's no fan of Gradient's so I have less worry about the information getting into the wrong hands.
*she's silent for a moment, the tape rolling without sound. She kind of hums a song under her breath: it is recognizable as "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez.*
I just... don't-"
*her voice cuts off with a glitch, replaced by muttering in a different language you cannot understand (Unless you are Faust, who would understand ritualect fluently).*
"Orkarke, frekereua glya jhōur-"
*it switches back to Addie*
"Know what-"
*it keeps switching again and again, a glitchy transition between each. As the statements go on, a white noise undertone grows in volume*
"Viorkaaren owoeor frekerēorejēkaua-"
"To-"
"Viorkaaren orekaa ēgl ēhkar kbeōkaa-"
"Do-"
*there is a violent sound of what sounds to be raging wind, a screech of an emotion you can't place through sadistic, gleeful laughter.*
*and through all of that, three words are present:*
"Tij ōoreke uake."
*click*
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