Jade "read the script" Curtiss (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-03-10 11:00 pm
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-03-10 11:00 pm
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First Field of Fonons [Written/Action]
[Written, Anonymous]
[The following anonymous message appears around noon on Sunday. It could be familiar to anyone who's seen it before.]
Excuse me, people of Luceti. I am new here, and I would simply like to make a few requests in order to better ascertain this situaion. First of all, I'd like to request that the following people report to the local schoolhouse's second floor office immediately for questioning:
-Fon Master Ion
-Nephry Osborne (née Balfour)
-Anise Tatlin
-Mystearica Aura Fende
-Florian
-Asch, son of Susanne
-Arietta the Wild
-Also, Luke fon Fabre.
[He intentionally uses a personal touch in some names for several reasons. One is to hint at what he knows about them, which gives incentive for them to come meet with him without knowing for sure who he is. Anger is also a useful incentive, which is why at least one name is written a certain way - not to mention how anger can make someone slip up. And of course, Jade has to see if these people truly answer to such names - if they really have the memories of those he knew back in Auldrant.]
If there is anyone else here hailing from Auldrant whose name is not on that list, I invite them to be questioned as well. Secondly, any authors of this so-called Guide whom still reside within the enclosure are also to come talk to me. I would be glad to speak with anyone who has any other unique information at all.
Finally, I believe there that one of the clothing shop should currently have in its stock a standard grade uniform of the Malkuth imperial forces. If he is currently within Luceti, Gailardia Galan Gardios is to retrieve it and then report in for questioning. Otherwise, this duty shall fall to Luke fon Fabre.
That will be all.
[Action]
[It's been several hours since Jade woke up in this seemingly unoccupied office, which possibly contained some samples of pottery which had a disturbing familiarity to them. Jade had no problem working alone and in this state of undress to figure it out where he was - occasionally examining the hallway and nearby rooms to confirm that he was in some kind of schoolhouse. Even his glasses were gone, but Jade felt no major concern for the time being. He realized after reading the Guide that it could be effect of the supposed power cap reducing his need for the glasses. It just helps him feel more confident on his decision of spending the rest of the day in that room, awaiting those who come to see him, while making some paperwork already from loose sheets of paper.
During these hours before making the anonymous message, he had studying the contents of the journal, reading back through the last few months to gather as much information as possible - and studying the Guide as well. He liked to think that he was taking it calmly and rationally. But he has to confirm things firsthand. The images he saw in that book included those whom he was sure were dead. Until he talks to them himself, he can't dismiss the possibility of being suddenly trapped in a replica world, no matter how final Van's defeat seemed to be. So Jade sat at a desk with his fingers steepled, awaiting the first interviewee, his red eyes more glaringly standing out with his lack of glasses.
One could also catch him that evening in full uniform, browsing the item shop for those glasses once all his interrogations are said and done.]
[The following anonymous message appears around noon on Sunday. It could be familiar to anyone who's seen it before.]
Excuse me, people of Luceti. I am new here, and I would simply like to make a few requests in order to better ascertain this situaion. First of all, I'd like to request that the following people report to the local schoolhouse's second floor office immediately for questioning:
-Fon Master Ion
-Nephry Osborne (née Balfour)
-Anise Tatlin
-Mystearica Aura Fende
-Florian
-Asch, son of Susanne
-Arietta the Wild
-Also, Luke fon Fabre.
[He intentionally uses a personal touch in some names for several reasons. One is to hint at what he knows about them, which gives incentive for them to come meet with him without knowing for sure who he is. Anger is also a useful incentive, which is why at least one name is written a certain way - not to mention how anger can make someone slip up. And of course, Jade has to see if these people truly answer to such names - if they really have the memories of those he knew back in Auldrant.]
If there is anyone else here hailing from Auldrant whose name is not on that list, I invite them to be questioned as well. Secondly, any authors of this so-called Guide whom still reside within the enclosure are also to come talk to me. I would be glad to speak with anyone who has any other unique information at all.
Finally, I believe there that one of the clothing shop should currently have in its stock a standard grade uniform of the Malkuth imperial forces. If he is currently within Luceti, Gailardia Galan Gardios is to retrieve it and then report in for questioning. Otherwise, this duty shall fall to Luke fon Fabre.
That will be all.
[Action]
[It's been several hours since Jade woke up in this seemingly unoccupied office, which possibly contained some samples of pottery which had a disturbing familiarity to them. Jade had no problem working alone and in this state of undress to figure it out where he was - occasionally examining the hallway and nearby rooms to confirm that he was in some kind of schoolhouse. Even his glasses were gone, but Jade felt no major concern for the time being. He realized after reading the Guide that it could be effect of the supposed power cap reducing his need for the glasses. It just helps him feel more confident on his decision of spending the rest of the day in that room, awaiting those who come to see him, while making some paperwork already from loose sheets of paper.
During these hours before making the anonymous message, he had studying the contents of the journal, reading back through the last few months to gather as much information as possible - and studying the Guide as well. He liked to think that he was taking it calmly and rationally. But he has to confirm things firsthand. The images he saw in that book included those whom he was sure were dead. Until he talks to them himself, he can't dismiss the possibility of being suddenly trapped in a replica world, no matter how final Van's defeat seemed to be. So Jade sat at a desk with his fingers steepled, awaiting the first interviewee, his red eyes more glaringly standing out with his lack of glasses.
One could also catch him that evening in full uniform, browsing the item shop for those glasses once all his interrogations are said and done.]
[voice]
Why can't you ask things here?
[ /naivete what's that :D ]
[written]
This journal lacks a personal touch, don't you think? You could very well be missing out on a chance to catch up to an old friend.
Why can't you answer things here?
[voice]
[written]
[voice]
But you're using it...
[written]
I am limiting my usage to a limited extent. Only a little bit.I assure you there is nothing to fear.
[voice]
Oh, okay.
Which building is the schoolhouse?
[ /guess who has not been pursuing an education in favor of running through the forest
with little bald kids][written]
Hey he's a bald teen now!He feels like he should have suspected as such. But she is asking the guy who has made a point of not leaving this room all day.]Very well. Arietta, can you follow this map?
[He copies over the map shown on the Guide and draws multiple circles around the schoolhouse.]
[voice]
[ It's a school? Huh. ]
[voice]
[voice] -> [action]
[ Journal shut!
And that means there will be an Arietta en route to the schoolhouse. It doesn't take her that long, considering how close she lives, even if the snow makes for slightly slower going.
She pauses when she gets to the top of the stairs and looks around. ]
Hello?
[ There is no way this will go poorly. ]
[action]
Yes. Come right in.
[action]
Arietta has grown a little bit, but it's still been only a year since she got here (and not even an Auldrant year, at that) and she was always on the stunted side. Essentially, it's easy to miss that she's changed at all.
She grips her stuffed tiger plush so tight that her knuckles have gone white. ]
You!
[action]
Yes, you recognize me, don't you? I don't intend any harm.
[action]
[ She takes a step backwards, shaking, but not even she knows how much of it is anger and how much is fear. ]
You're going to try to keep Ion away from me, too!
[action]
That is not what I'm after. At the moment, I only want information. [And he raises his arms in the air to try to signify that he means no harm.]
[action]
I don't believe you. You killed Mommy! I hate all of you! [ Clearly relevant. ]
[action]
I can't deny that. So even in a place like this, you do not have peace with the others?
[action]
[ And with that she will be turning and fleeing... ]
[action]
Now, now, Arietta. Would it be so bad to answer just one simple question for an old man?
[action]
[ ... that is probably a yes. ]
[action]
Very well, then. [He pauses.] Has Ion died?
[action]
Arietta hugs her plush tightly, then takes off again, not looking back. ]
Leave me alone!
[action]
But he can see Arietta is irrational enough to not answer his questions easily without force. And even Jade is disinclined to such to a little girl, especially to one who is currently not necessarily an enemy, and whom Ion had vouched for him to spare in the past. And the memory of her still body following the duel nags at Jade's mind in some odd way he doesn't want to acknowledge. He's not one to feel guilt, after all.
So he comes to a stop. Jade's willing to let her leave, but he still says one more thing to see the effect it would have.]
I see. You can do as you'd like Arietta. I'll stay here. After all, I should make preparations to meet with the fon master.
[action]
She turns and gives one last shout back. ]
No! Stay away from Ion!
[ And then she runs off, determined to intercept Ion before he makes it here. Which inevitably fails. But she's going to try, dammit!!! ]
[action]