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[There's a mildly disgruntled and somewhat determined-looking senshi on the screen today. Haruka's just come from a very interesting meeting, and she is determined to make sure everyone knows about it.]

Yo. People from the end of the world time, with the shrinking everything and... everything. I met Roland today. I know it was him, even if he denied it. He called me "miss" and he didn't want to talk to me. He called himself "David Birne" and says he works for the council here in Bellona. And then someone followed me, after I spoke to him.

[She shifts a little, looking aside with a scowl, then admits:]

I sometimes get flashes of things, feelings, when I am around someone dangerous, or when there's something I need to know to help someone. Most times it is only a feeling, but visions sometimes, too. And I had one, of that place in the future, when I shook his hand. It left my whole arm numb.

[She makes a flexing motion with the hand in question, still feeling some pins and needles in it as sensation slowly comes back. Looking back at the camera again, she settles back into a determined expression.]

There is something wrong here. Whether he is involved in bringing this future about or he is just hiding something about it, I think we should find out. You-tachi back at the city, see if you can learn anything about him? I will try here, before we leave, once I track down Zevran.
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[Life has been fairly amenable to the Chosen, particularly since her return. Her alter-ego in the other timeline had done exactly as she'd have done: tricked some poor merchant into her service. So, set up with all the proper comforts she could find in this world, she's turned her brilliant and wicked mind to the acquisition of power and control. A bargain with Elissa Cousland had given her just the information she'd needed. A hook, as it where. So, with that air of false modesty she's put on before, she addresses the ships network.]

For those of you who have not met me yet, I am called Selene. For those that have, greetings to you.

I am a scholar of some note where I come from, and it has come to my attention that some of you have had trouble with mental domination through dark powers. Other people have influenced your minds and used you to weaken our collective standings. Moreover, I'm given to understand that there were murders due to this outside influence.

At the request of one victim of said sorcery, I have begun to craft ter'angreal, small objects of power, to shield the mind. A fairly common thing in my home, that. I'm willing to provide them to anyone who feels such protection is necessary. After all, we do not want a repeat of the last set of incidents. I'm told they were...unfortunate.

Feel free to contact me, and I will be happy to work with you on this.

(ooc: action spam is also Okay!)
lord_of_arms: (As time runs through my hand)
[personal profile] lord_of_arms
[There is a bit of some fumbling before the device is turned on. It shows a young man with silver hair tied up in a bandanna. Yes, those are beads in his hair too. He's also well equipped. With a lot of weapons.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[Good thing some of his friends have been from worlds there were technologically advanced because Firion probably would never have figured out the device. He does turn it over a couple of times before looking back at the screen.]

My name is Firion. I was suppose to have ended up home and instead, ended up here. What world is this? Has another Cycle begun? Has the Conflict truly not ended? If that's the case, has anyone seen my friends?

There are many, but the Warrior of Light, the Onion Knight, Cecil Harvey, Bartz Klauser, Terra, Cloud Strife, Squall Leonhart, Zidane Tribal, and Tidus are their names. They were in the Conflict with me. I have friends at home as well, Maria, Leon, and Guy.

Do these names sound familiar? Please let me know! I would appreciate it very much if I could get as much information as possible about this land.
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[ The video opens to a shot of Sigyn's dress's front, at stomach level. Besides the interesting color of dress Sigyn is wearing, what is more interesting is that Sigyn is singing, just as before when she'd been singing inside the hospital. Like the hospital song, her voice is melancholy, but there's a touch of love in the tinged melancholy. She is seated upon a branch of a strong tree outside near the pathways into the mountains. She wears her cloak loosely over her surcoat and her dress, but never fear, she's quite warm with her flax linen clothing and her fur-lined boots she'd been wearing when she first arrived.

It is early morning, so many people may not be awake to hear the little goddess sing a ballad from her mother's book, but if there are people awake and actively listening to their devices, they shall hear a most lovely, melodious song of Vanir heartache, once more in the sharp, guttural, yet oddly melodic, tones of Dwarven. ]


ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮サ∑ ◊₮サ∑Я иⅰбサ₮
◊モ ㄅⅰレкㄅ ∆и∂ и◊๒レ∑ モㄩЯ;
ῳサ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮サⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
₮サ∑ㄚ ῳ∑Я∑ и◊ レ◊иб∑Я ₮サ∑Я∑.

ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮サ∑ ◊₮サ∑Я иⅰбサ₮
◊モ ∆㎡๒∑Я ∆и∂ ㄅⅰレ√∑Я ∆и∂ б◊レ∂;
ῳサ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮サⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
∆ῳ∆ㄚ モЯ◊㎡ ㎡ㄚ бЯ∆ㄅㄕ ₮サ∑ㄚ Я◊レレ∑∂.

ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮サ∑ ◊₮サ∑Я иⅰбサ₮
₮サ∆₮ ㄚ◊ㄩ ῳ◊ㄩレ∂ レ◊√∑ ㎡∑ ₮Яㄩ∑;
ῳサ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮サⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
㎡ㄚ ∆Я㎡ㄅ ῳ∑Я∑ サ◊レ∂ⅰиб ㄚ◊ㄩ.



[ The song ends and Sigyn's chest rises significantly ...and then she lifts the device so that her face may be seen. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, but she looks eager. More so than usual. ] My apologies once more, fellow citizens. I wanted to gift to every person of wise ear the song of my mother's heart, which she sang to me when I only a babe in my swaddlings.

[ A strand of gold hair falls out of her hood and she quickly reaches up a hand and tucks the strand behind her ear, back into her hood. ] Sir Chime. I believe we may start crafting your wares today if that is appropriate. I am eager to hear the stories you are promising to tell me.
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[ The video opens to the city's resident goddess, perched upon one of the tables inside the Flop. She's seated tailor-style, legs crossed, with some wood and her father's dagger in hand. To the left of her, there is more wood, but these woods are already carved -- complete. Sigyn has carved out one muscular, long-haired and bearded god, waving his mighty hammer in the air, a most arrogant expression on his face (oops, is the nose a little chipped?) and a long, billowing cape. Next to that carved god is another, this one lanky, thin, but a most surreptitious shape to his body. This god had received much more care than the other carving, though his features are gnarled and deceitful. Where the previous had a chipped nose, this carving had little imperfections. Sigyn had carefully carved his armor, surcoat and little daggers at his hips.

The god (or character) Sigyn is currently carving has yet to be seen. But she sets down the wood and dagger and takes the little carved goods into both hands and holds them up to the camera. ]


One of my many talents lies in carving. I will be most happy to make anyone a carved tool, toy or selection of furniture if need be. The only charge I ask of in exchange is for my customer to pay me with a story while I work.

[ She sets down the carved gods. ] I am also capable to providing long burning wood to those who rely upon fire to keep warm. As such ... [ She picks up the carved god waving his hammer -- then lights her hand with blue magic fire and instantly begins to burn the carving. ] ...you see?

[ She then makes a long-distance toss of the burning carving from the table to the fireplace, sending it into the soot and birthing a great, warm glowing sight of flames. The carving is nothing more than kindling now, and if someone looks at Sigyn's face closely, they will see the smug satisfaction upon her lips. ]

[video]

Dec. 8th, 2012 08:02 am
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[Wing looks...a little frantic. He's been trying to raise Drift on his comm as soon as he got back into range and...nothing.]

Please. Has anyone seen Drift? Has something happened?

I should never have left him
kazeninaru: (save the day)
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[This time the video coming from Haruka's phone has her own face in it. She looks a little more put-together, and purposeful.]

So. There was some kind of explosion-fire-something last night. I am going to investigate. Anyone want to come with me? Dragon-guy, Darwin, I am looking at you especially, but anybody else who wants to, please come along. We might need the help!

Anyway. I want to leave later today. Tomorrow at latest. The less time I stay around this city now that I am well, the better.

[Today? She is staying away from all people, as much as possible. Yup.]
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[Chime is in his groundling form, so it's only a little difficult to read his expressions. He seems quite frazzled and very tired, but if anyone saw him while he was sick, the difference is startling. He was wasted away to skin and bone, but now he's himself again, strong and solid if naturally lean and long-faced.]

 Um... Hello, everyone? Some of you might have heard that I was... gone. And I was. But I'm back now. But not back in the city. I would probably get sick again. So I'll be up in the mountains. I'm alright there. There's plenty for me to catch and eat. I'm even still helping with the hunting, and sending it back with a friend. I don't think I could have visitors. Even if someone wanted to travel as far out as I'm staying, I could get sick again. But, well, it's... It's very empty out here. I'd like to hear voices at least. If you're not busy doing anything else. 
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[To say that Pepper's looking like she's been over twenty miles of bad road is really just stating the truth at this point. (And underselling it -- it's been a lot more than twenty miles, all totalled.). Still, she's back in town, her apartment's spartan furnishings visible behind her as she lays claim to a couch that's seen better days but is, blessedly, not a horse.

There remains a businesslike gleam to her eyes all the same: Pepper, it appears, has A Plan.]


I haven't managed death by horse, thanks largely to Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner, and I've got potential good news on the food situation. However, it's not really straightforward, and not really something to discuss over the network.

What I can say is that we've been asked to retrieve some goods as payment, that I have a map, but that it's very old, and that I've been warned about hazards in the location. So, while I can bring this to you, it's not something I can honestly handle myself.

If you're interested in either going along with or leading an expedition to do some treasure hunting, let me know. And if you have experience with translating very old maps, I'd very much like to hear from you. I'll be at my apartment for, um... well, let's just say that not moving sounds like an absolutely amazing idea right now.

[[OOC: Details on things here:]]

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