[Text | voice- locked from baddies]
[And with one simple video, Celes' world has turned upside down again and she's not sure what to think. Gaia is messing with her now. Time was, she'd have rushed straight over to see him, but now... that's just what she needs: time. So she does the natural thing and high-tails it out of Figaro on foot in the middle of the night.
She doesn't leave without shooting off a couple of locked text feeds first, though.
Edgar:
Something's come up. I'm leaving for a few days. Don't try to find me. I won't be gone long.
and Terra:
I'm not in Figaro right now, but can we talk? Text, voice, or in person, I don't care.
After that, she flicks on her Sky Phone to announce her departure to the rest of Gaia via voice post.]
If anyone needs me, I'm leaving Figaro for a few days. Call it cabin fever. I won't be gone long.
[For the early hours of the morning, she will be getting herself beaten up in the Sunleth Waterscape, as per her usual coping mechanisms. Once the sun starts peeking out, she'll head off somewhere else where she won't be found as easily, tucking herself among shelves of books and actually reading to pass the time.
After a while, she gets up the nerve to text Balthier.
We need to talk. Phone or in person, it doesn't matter.]
She doesn't leave without shooting off a couple of locked text feeds first, though.
Edgar:
Something's come up. I'm leaving for a few days. Don't try to find me. I won't be gone long.
and Terra:
I'm not in Figaro right now, but can we talk? Text, voice, or in person, I don't care.
After that, she flicks on her Sky Phone to announce her departure to the rest of Gaia via voice post.]
If anyone needs me, I'm leaving Figaro for a few days. Call it cabin fever. I won't be gone long.
[For the early hours of the morning, she will be getting herself beaten up in the Sunleth Waterscape, as per her usual coping mechanisms. Once the sun starts peeking out, she'll head off somewhere else where she won't be found as easily, tucking herself among shelves of books and actually reading to pass the time.
After a while, she gets up the nerve to text Balthier.
We need to talk. Phone or in person, it doesn't matter.]