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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[He presses his fingers together in thought, taking in her words.]

Very well then, Tear. You're the adult of the group, after all. Perhaps you should know these details.

First of all, you should know that as we made our way through Eldrant, we dealt with the remaining God-Generals. [And he goes on a bit softer - the closest to consideration that he could manage for Tear's respect for Legretta.] Legretta and Sync both died at our hands.

[He figures that could be important to know in a world like this; if any of the God-Generals arrived, they could try to use some knowledge as leverage over her, or perhaps to disarm her. Now, if anything, the disarming could be done with now, in front of a friend.]

[Tear closes her eyes, and her hands clench only just. She had suspected as much of Sync, with the way he had behaved when he arrived here long ago, but it was the news of Legretta that stings more than that ever could. It was one thing to know of the possibility, and another to have it confirmed. Her heart wants to know why, what it was that tied her to following Van's ideal.

There were no answers now, and there was no point in dwelling upon it. Breathing in, she releases an almost sigh for her former instructor, the most she could afford for her grief.]

Thank you for telling me, about both of them. Now if either of them come, they won't have that advantage will they?

[He gives her the moment of silence. Maybe this wasn't the best way to find out. But otherwise, when would it be? In a world that already seems so unpredictable.]

You're right. Otherwise... They or any of their allies could use that information to get you off-guard. [Now she has time to process it. She can be ready if the time comes.] And, I suppose there are worse ways you could find out. Mm, but I feel oddly unsurprised that Dist ended up being the sole survivor of the God-Generals.

There could be, but now I know, and I will ready myself for if that ever becomes relevant during our time here.

As for Dist... You did have a habit of calming a 'tenacious cockroach,' I believe it was. [She wasn't very fond of speaking of people that way, even if she remembered how Dist had been before she had come to know him in Luceti.]

[He gives a nod of acknowledgment.]

That's true. And he lives up to that title in every way possible. I could only wish that certain others had his knack for survival.

Likewise, but we must do with what we have, and use that strength to our advantage when the time comes.

Which brings the question — would you be aware of Ion's condition yet? [It probably says a lot about their closeness and her worry about his health when she addresses him by his first name rather than title.]

[Duly noted - and filed under, "Gee, everyone's becoming a big old happy family here".]

I've been informed, yes. Seeing him in person was very telling on the matter. But rest assured, I'll be doing what I can to look after him.

[He should be glad no one has called him 'uncle' yet.]

Thank you, without you or Dist here we haven't been sure of what to do for him, and... [Well, she remembers very clearly what it took to cure her...]

It's fine. [A slight narrowing of his eyes. What could Dist have really done?] It seems that in this place we have time to use at our leisure, advantages we didn't have at home.

[Much more than what the rest of the village was capable of.]

Yes, and if necessary I have resolved myself to work for the Malnosso so that they may perhaps provide medicine, or even a Shift that could stall the process. [Her tone isn't the happiest when she says this, considering it was their fault he was sick in the first place.]

How kindly of them. Are they truly reliable in such matters? [Jade's not exactly ready or willing to rely on his captors when he's just heard of them.]

They are very selective, and I hesitate to put such trust in them. But when it comes down to it, something is better than nothing. [The other option she could think of...

Well, Ion had already shown them before the consequences of it.]

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