[This... is strange. Beyond strange. And even though something similar has happened all over the city - and happened to Luciela in the past - it had somehow never even occurred to her that it might happen to Isley, too.]
[So she kind of. stares at the screen for a long moment before answering.]
Isley. I'm afraid you won't find Rabona anywhere near.
[Isley hears Priscilla's voice coming from an oddly shaped metal box. He approaches it with some reservation, then collects it in one hand. Even after listening carefully to the woman on the other end he is unable to put a face or a name to the voice. How is it she knows who he is?]
I've already come to that conclusion. Who are you?
[And how exactly is it possible to converse through this tiny contraption?]
[No, come to think of it...he doesn't really want to know. Or, more accurately, he doesn't care. If the Organization could fashion Warriors, conversing with someone over an extended distance isn't too far-fetched an idea to accept.]
Voice --> VideoyetsleepingJuly 24 2011, 00:13:50 UTC
[There's a long pause again as she, well, collects herself, and then she flicks on video.]
[Currently, she's on the roof of the headquarters, and wearing the basic components of her uniform... with the sigil, but without the armor pieces or cape.]
My name is Priscilla. This place is going to be a little confusing, I guess.
But you'll get used to it.
[...well, you'll probably turn back before you get used to it. But saying that would probably be even more confusing than the current confusing.]
[voice--->video] HAVE ANOTHER RANDOM ICONhalcyonthirdJuly 24 2011, 00:46:52 UTC
[Well. It's KIND OF HELPFUL. She would rather not get eaten. BUT STILL.]
A-are you...
[One of them? The ones who fight them? but those words are left hanging. She's figured out the Forge, (so it's video now) but has only just edged her way into the city. Because she was running from her own home when she'd left, running from the stink of guts and death and smoke.]
...I don't want to get eaten! [whispering again] I want a safe place.
[She looks curious. Wary. ...possibly slightly impressed with the handiwork. And while she may be in common clothes at the moment, her pale hair and silver eyes are plainly visible.]
[Another woman with light hair and silver eyes? Another one?! What is this...]
Mind your tongue. It's not as though the Organization requires you to be in possession of one, and I certainly don't need to listen to garbage that can speak.
...I'm Raki. [As if the name alone should be enough. But when there is no immediate recognition forthcoming, he flails and waves his hands around a bit.]
Don't you remember? We met in Alfons! You asked if I'd stay with you for awhile, cause Priscilla liked my scent and she doesn't get attached to people much...
[Scrunching his face up a bit, trying not to start crying.]
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[So she kind of. stares at the screen for a long moment before answering.]
Isley. I'm afraid you won't find Rabona anywhere near.
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I've already come to that conclusion. Who are you?
[And how exactly is it possible to converse through this tiny contraption?]
[No, come to think of it...he doesn't really want to know. Or, more accurately, he doesn't care. If the Organization could fashion Warriors, conversing with someone over an extended distance isn't too far-fetched an idea to accept.]
[Peculiar, yes...but not unthinkable.]
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[Currently, she's on the roof of the headquarters, and wearing the basic components of her uniform... with the sigil, but without the armor pieces or cape.]
My name is Priscilla. This place is going to be a little confusing, I guess.
But you'll get used to it.
[...well, you'll probably turn back before you get used to it. But saying that would probably be even more confusing than the current confusing.]
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Yoma?
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[Because that's really helpful advice.]
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A-are you...
[One of them? The ones who fight them? but those words are left hanging. She's figured out the Forge, (so it's video now) but has only just edged her way into the city. Because she was running from her own home when she'd left, running from the stink of guts and death and smoke.]
...I don't want to get eaten! [whispering again] I want a safe place.
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[Nevertheless Isley's smartass smile is replaced by a look of neutrality.]
You'd best only trust the people with silver eyes, then. A yoma could be anybody else.
[What. It was true.]
I see you're in town. [He's still out in the Mist, in the ruins. Bummer.] You're safer there at least. Maybe. It could be crawling with yoma...
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[She looks curious. Wary. ...possibly slightly impressed with the handiwork. And while she may be in common clothes at the moment, her pale hair and silver eyes are plainly visible.]
One of the Organizations dogs, are we?
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Mind your tongue. It's not as though the Organization requires you to be in possession of one, and I certainly don't need to listen to garbage that can speak.
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[Oh boy.]
An honorable soldier such as yourself would do well to show more respect for his fellow warriors.
You are... honorable, aren't you, Isley?
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If you're a fellow warrior are you calling yourself a dog?
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Isley! [Oh god, relief. There might even be a little bounce inside those two little syllables.]
D'you know where this is?
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Is that...?
I thought only girls could become warriors!
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[What a backwards place this is...]
I'm not really certain where here is, no. Or who you are for that matter.
[Much less how you know who he is.]
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...I'm Raki. [As if the name alone should be enough. But when there is no immediate recognition forthcoming, he flails and waves his hands around a bit.]
Don't you remember? We met in Alfons! You asked if I'd stay with you for awhile, cause Priscilla liked my scent and she doesn't get attached to people much...
[Scrunching his face up a bit, trying not to start crying.]
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