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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.

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[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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[Such welcome familiarity. He smirks as he folds his hands together.]

I see. In that case, you must be spending your time here wisely. How long can you remember being in this place, exactly?

Hmm... [Give her a quick bit to count.] Almost a whole year if we're using our calendar! But this place counts their time differently, so I'd have been here for a year and half with their count.

Ah yes, I am in the process of familiarizing myself with this world's troublesome calender system. It makes me seem as old as I feel. In fact, when one applies such a calender system to us and our respective ages, well... It urges me to commend you on aging gracefully. Why, you must excel at suppressing wrinkles.

[It's something she tries not to think about too hard.]

[She pouts, crossing her arms. Trust the Colonel to keep on making fun of everything! Although it's nice to have him here, even if she won't admit it.]

If we're going by that, you're way better at suppressing wrinkles than I am. [It's so weird to think about, the Colonel really being the old man he claims he is.]

Why thank you. I suppose we Balfours age much more gracefully. [Cheery cheery smile. But he resumes a more business-y tone as he enters the next sentences]

Next question. What is your last memory of life on Auldrant?

[That question works wonders for getting her into a very serious mood.]

I was in my room at Daath, writing a letter to Luke.

Um - Colonel, has anyone told you yet? We aren't all from the same point of time.

I may have been told something to that effect. Why else do you think I would bother to ask you such a question? Now, I may need you to be more specific about that point in time. After all, there are a number of different occasions on which you could have written to Luke. [Even writing to his spirit.]

[Yes well she doesn't need to know that; her life is already suffering!!!]

Hmm. [She casts her mind around for a point of reference. It sure has been awhile.] We just beat the Commandant at the Absorption Gate a few weeks ago! I wrote to you too, Colonel! Did you get my letters?

Mm. Such letters were examined carefully for any vital information on the changing situation on Daath that our other sources could have overlooked. [And maybe he tried writing back. Maybe. But he keeps a businessman-like demeanor as he says it, only briefly breaking into a smirk.] But my, you're far behind, Anise. There's much left for you to live through at home.

You're so cold, Colonel!

[Further levity is, once again, interrupted by the mention of the future. She looks down, hands unconsciously clenching up into fists.]

Y-yeah, I know.

Now, now, Anise. I'll have my know that my heart is as overflowing with warmth as ever.

[But his own levity is also silence by her response. He observes her body language with his hands folded together. It's clear she's aware of any of the lamentable events to occur after her time. Jade is just no so sure as to what extent.]

Do you now? May I ask precisely how much you've learned of your future?

I -

[She doesn't want to tell him, just in case he isn't aware of what she had done. The colonel's approval had always been something she had valued, and she knows that telling him about her betrayal would break the trust that exists between them; he had already been suspicious of her in Mt Zaleho, she doesn't want to prove him right.]

[But it sounds like he comes from the future, just like Ion had. Does he know already? He wouldn't be treating her like this if he does, would he?]

[The silence is stretching uncomfortably long. She's not looking down any more, but she still doesn't meet his eyes. What could she say? Some part of her wants to pour everything out, to unburden herself, but at the same time she recoils from the thought of losing the Colonel's sort-of-friendship.]

[Deflecting is probably the best way to go. She tries to pull a smile.]

Oh, just a bit! Um, what about you, Colonel? What's the last thing you remember?

[Her hesitation, the silence speaks difficulty by itself. She has to know something. There is some reluctance in confiding in her, but... replica or no, this Anise seems Anise enough to be trustworthy.]

My, my. Now isn't that a bold demand from a young lady. It's not so often that one chooses to interrogate a Malkuth military official back. However, I believe I may just be willing to make an exception for this one question.

[He pushes at his glasses as he remembers the memories that still seem so recent Of Luke disappearing, seemingly for good. Asch, Ion and Arietta all gone already.]

It was the fall of Eldrant and the freedom of Lorelei. If you don't know what either of that means, then you have quite some catching up to do, Anise.

[She breathes and inward sigh of relief, grateful that the Colonel had allowed her to change the topic, even as she continues to dread the day that he would continue to push her until she spills everything.]

Eldrant? [Her surprise isn't feigned.] Isn't that part of some legend? And what about Lorelei? I thought it spoke through Tear, and...

[She doesn't really remember that part clearly; she had still been reeling from the revelation that Ion is a replica.]

[He wasn't sure if he should let her go that easily. Sure, the extent of what she knew wasn't exactly relevant to the reasons for his questions, but it would be useful to have know as a reference.

And of course, there's always the chance that talking to Anise about any particular matters she was aware of could be beneficial to her.

But outwardly, his response to Anise's genuine state of puzzlement is to laugh.]

I see you know very little, Anise. That's too bad. Perhaps it would be easier to spell it as the ultimate end of Van's plot, and his final defeat.

[Her curiosity is piqued, but she also wants to steer away from the subject of the future completely, so she doesn't press.]

You're being all mysterious again, Colonel... But fine! So, have you met anyone else from Auldrant yet?

Yes, I've met quite a few of our peers. Nephry, Arietta, Ion, Luke, Tear. I even received the most pleasant messages from Asch. [With some extra sarcasm on that last part.] My, it sure is shaping to be quite the reunion party here. [With people he thought long dead.]

[Surely not, only four out of the nine people in the cast are dead. No big!]

Asch is still as grumpy as ever! But what about Gloomietta? [She glances around. Nothing seems broken.] Did she attack you?

Not even she would be unwise enough to attempt that. No, she merely opted to refuse to cooperate and performed a hasty retreat, accompanied by some very harsh words. I received little in the way of answers from that interview, although that was not entirely unexpected. [Seeing Arietta - seeing that she was really alive - that was his minimal hope for that interview.]

Argh! She's always so stubborn! What did you want to ask her? Maybe I can tell you instead.

I'm not so sure, considering that not even Ion was aware. [And if Arietta had come here from her own death, he was confident that she would have let that slip to Ion at some point.] I have a number of concerns regarding her, but among those the primary one is wondering what time she herself came from. I already know enough to know that it's after your time.

[And... after Ion's.]

[She hopes her voice is steady, because the only thing she knows is that Arietta comes after Ion's death, and that's one thing she can't reveal to the Colonel.]

If Ion doesn't know, then I don't think either of us can pry it out of her. But what about Asch? He's looking after her right now, so maybe he'll know!

[Well, if they can get him to talk.]

[Have some more sarcasm, maybe even an eyeroll.]

Of course. Asch, who's always been so eager and forthcoming to tell us even the most important matters. I'll be sure to ask him out for tea.

[At the same time, he's unsure about whether or not he's okay about the subject diverting from Ion for the moment.]

Edited 2013-04-02 09:57 (UTC)

[She doesn't let the sarcasm faze her.] Well, you know he's kinda soft under all that prickly act he puts up! [She's warming up to the idea! If nothing else, at least a conversation between the Colonel and Asch would be pretty funny.] And I think he cares about Arietta. So if it's important, maybe he'll spill the beans!

Everything's soft on the inside, Anise. Aren't you familiar with biology? [He says with a devilish smirk before he sighs and lowers his head.]

And this will still apply when the information is primarily of importance to myself. But they still look out for each other in this world, eh?

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