yourfononsarewhack | 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.]

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She wasn't unhappy, here. She wanted to make the best of her circumstances, all while keeping in mind her roots.

It sounds like she succeeded in that sense. The Professor always was competent at accomplishing whatever she set her mind towards. [And her heart, as well. Her education of Jade was perhaps the primary exception; as he only truly learned her lesson there when it was too late to save her.] But that's all history, now.

Unless she's pulled back here and remembers it all, yes, I suppose it is where you're concerned.

[To even consider that possibility is disturbing. This ass-backwards world, which one day in Jade could already see almost nothing but a world in a seemingly permanent state of potential impermanence.]

This world certainly seems to have some odd revolving door effect. Still, I can't quite imagine what it's like. It certainly shouldn't be a healthy topic to dwell on. [He wants to catch himself in the early stage of trying to control life and death here, of trying to find some way to give the Professor a new and eternal life in this place. But then again, would that be such a bad thing...?]

It's not.

There are still too many things we don't know about the world itself, and I don't see that changing any time soon.

Neither do I. After all, if everything about this world hasn't already been solved when I've apparently been here several times in the past, then I may just have to own up to the futility of this situation. Maybe. [He gives a slight smile. He'll try to catch up with himself at the very least.]

We learn new things from time to time, so there is that to keep in mind. Not always things we can use, but... things to keep in mind as the time passes.

Well, I'll certainly be doing my part to keep up. It's just a shame that it seems I haven't left myself any notes. [According to Nephry. But he'll give the house a looksy to see if he could have hidden anything anywhere.] But at the least, I'm quite the quick learner.

Well, if you find the need to borrow any notes, there are a few of us who have taken plenty. But I'd understand if you'd rather find ones from your own hand first.

[She knows his preference already. It's somewhat troubling to consider how familiar with him people could be from his previous times here; but at least it saves him the trouble of establishing himself.]

You'd be right on that count. But I certainly wouldn't be opposed to seeing others' notes, at the same time. [Comparing and contrasting findings as he makes his own definitive ones could be helpful.]

There are some transmissions from a locked network that might interest you, though you wouldn't be able to find them in your own journal.

Is that so? [A curious smirk.] And why would that be?

Edited (SORRY REALIZING LOGICAL FLAW) 2013-05-22 21:46 (UTC)

They're meant to be secret from the Malnosso, so they don't appear in the journals of New Feathers looking back. Only a person with a journal at the time the transmission was made can draw it up.

[He rubs at his chin.]

Sounds fairly clever. In that case, I suppose it's fortunate that I have some friends who have been here a few years. It will be a simple manner of humbly throwing myself at their mercy. [Or just asking Ion.]

... yes, that's right. A lot of people from your world have come and gone from over the years as well. I'm sure it'll be easier to ask them once you get yourself more settled.

That's true. [He adjusts his glasses.] Speaking of settling in, I suppose that I should begin that process, now that I have a better view of the situation. This session can come to an end.

[... Session? Yet she's not surprised.]

Understood. Take your time; after all, it isn't a school day. If you find you have future questions you'd like elaborated, I trust you know how to ask.

School has never quite been my "thing", so to speak. [Except under Nebilim. He smiles as he stands up.] But I'll certainly contact you should I need more information from you. Thank you for your time.

[Ironically, it had been, once, while under an experiment. But perhaps he might be able to unearth that for himself sometime, if he had enough time on his hands.

But she nods, with a smile as she steps back toward the door.]

You're welcome, Jade.

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