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[tulsisprig]

[Naturally, he begins writing in Japanese instead of his mother tongue, perhaps as an unconscious homage to those who are most likely lost. If they are here, after all, they would be able to read what he wrote. The characters are aligned well enough as to appear in rows, but there is something definitely off. Though circumstances have taught him to

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[petitly]

The way you write... reminds me of somebody. Maybe somebody I've only seen in passing... I can't quite place it, though.

[ scribbles. ]

I'm sorry; I'm rambling. You would like information, then?

[tulsisprig]

That would make thou a very special person indeed.

Thy knowest something, then? The search is for...[ The writing trails off to a single line.]

[petitly]

Special? How so?

Well... I don't like to make promises, but I may be able to help you, if information is what you're looking for.

[tulsisprig]

We art good at assignments, and Master's training produced no slouches!

...I would appreciate thine help, surely, but this information...Who art thou?

[petitly]

... You really do remind me of somebody (somebodies?); I just can't remember who --

Ah... my name's Fuuta. What's your name?

[tulsisprig]

truly? fuuta -- by any chance thy aren't -- sawanda-dono --

My name? I am known by the name of Basil. ...It is a pleasure.

[petitly]

[ okay, this coincidence is getting just a little coincidential. Fuuta decides to act upon his instincts, and writes, ]

Are you... of CEDEF, perhaps?

[tulsisprig]

I-- [There is a pause, then some pointless squiggles before he begins to write as fast as his hand will let him.]

That is... Insider knowledge. Truly, thou art Fuuta-san! Please, doth thy knowest the state of Sawanda-dono?

[petitly]

Wait for a moment, Basil-san -- how long has it been since the Ring Battles, for you? Ten years, or --?

[tulsisprig]

Ten? It's only been five years!

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[petitly]

Five years...

You're behind my timeline... but not by much. It's been about ten years for me. What happened five years ago Has the Millefiore attacked yet?

I'd say we should meet, but I'm not sure if the weather will permit.

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[tulsisprig]

Behind thine timeline?

…

--Yes, that is i--- that is what happened.

This is the tail of a hurricane, right? As strong as it may be, I am not going to let weather get in the way, after everything...and there are so many questions I have now, but if thou so wishes....At the very least tell me, how is Sawada-dono?

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[petitly]

Time is... essential? important. You've heard of the Ten-Year-Bazooka?

Tsuna-nii is

dead deceased. But perhaps not dead? It's hard to explain without getting into details.

Maybe we should meet up, before the storm gets even worse. Are you at Chairetizo?

PRIVATE

[tulsisprig]

It is. Wasn't that what Lambo--d---

...So, another thing for thou to explain.

I am, yes. Circumstances make it difficult to be anywhere else, unfortunately.

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[petitly]

I see. I'll come over, but I'm not sure how long it'll take. I may have to stay there if it gets worse [ the last letter on the word is jerked across the page, as if something startled him as he wrote. ]

But it seems like we have... a lot to talk about, as soon as possible.

PRIVATE

[tulsisprig]

Truly, thank you. I trust that thou will make all haste, when it is appropriate. Please, be safe.

...We do. is this place not safe enough

[OOC: Strikes are written in Italian and kind-of-sorta visible, but not a complete thought. Instead of bothering with it, he's just decided to strike it out.]