Angeal Hewley - 01

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[It's the voice function of the communicator the comes online first and you can hear a low male voice grumbling to himself as he fussed with the communicator. In the background you can hear voices of groups of people moving about and speaking in the background. The words hunts, monsters, treasure could be heard as well.]

Ah. So that's how you do it. [And the video feed turns on to show Angeal's face.]

Excuse me, but the moogle who gave me this said I could use it to post on a world-wide network they've set up.

I don't suppose anyone knows what this is? I found it on me when I woke up. [And Angeal holds up a certain mirror that used to be found here.]

[ voice post ]

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Is everyone all safe and sound after that weird thing?

Irvine? Thank you for taking care of me in that Memoria place!

Act III [Phone Call to Sephiroth]

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[Your BFF is calling you, pick up damn it.]

[Action/Open] Treno -- Before meeting Celes

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[Locke has been walking around Treno for a couple of hours. He's looking for Celes, but hasn't found her yet.  Eventually, He will stop at the card stadium. He might have took a stop inside if he wasn't looking for a friendly face. He just stood there and looked at the door for a moment.]

((OOC - Feel free to find him around Treno.))

[Action/Voice] Outside Lindblum Proper

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[Delita grabbed his meager belongings and was ready to head off to Treno to meet with Sabin. Heading out the gate, he searched his pockets for a green.

Finding one, he lured a chocobo over for riding. Inspecting the chocobo thoroughly, he missed the torn ligament that lingered from past injuries.  Securing his bridle over the bird, he began to mount the creature. As he lifted his leg, he felt the creature stumble and immediately halted his progress.

Stepping down, he could see that the bird was now visibly favoring the one leg and could not be ridden. While it was important to meet with the newcomer, he refused to leave the creature in agony, opening up his sky phone.]

I apologize for this urgent request, but has any resident of Lindblum experience with lame chocobos?

[Action]

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[Since Laguna picked her up from Evil Forest, Raine has been asleep. Asleep for days. Even with being force fed healing spring water, she's still been exhausted and close enough to death's door to have earned a nervous vigil the family and a doctor. The doctor's been pretty non-committal about how the new mother is holding up, having heard her previous history.

But after sleeping for five days solid, it seems the spring water's worked its magic, because Raine is finally stirring.

She sits up in bed, startled, because she doesn't recognize it at all. She's just groggy enough to believe that the whole episode in the forest was an elaborate dream and she's just been moved somewhere else in her little village.]

Ellone? Where are you? Do you have the baby?

first hand: [Audio/Video Post]

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[Observers of the mooglenet are probably noticing an audio post that appears to be entirely unintentional--which, in fact, it is. It's mostly scuffling and mechanical sounds amid a background of falling rain, but snatches of groans and a man's voice--tired, annoyed, and sounding like he would prefer to be back in bed--can be heard amongst the rustles, clicks, and whumfs.]

--what kind of contraption--

Edgar, you and your--[static, click, BEEPBEEPBEEP]--drop this by me--[vwrrrvwrrVWRRRRRRR beeeeeeeeebeebeebeep]--a submersible castle but he can't write some directions, I'll...

[With a click and a flash of light, it is now a video post! On the other side of the screen a youngish man, horribly scarred and drowned-man-pale, with messy silver hair, is also reacting to this revelation, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his head.]

Oh Gods--Gods, my head... Should have stopped after the eighth one. What's this... [He's pausing to study the screen and interface more, squinting a lot. This would be so much easier if he wasn't quite obviously hungover. As he's looking it over, anyone who can tear their eyes from a badly scarred albino is probably noticing the rainy, gloomy sights of Burmecia behind him, though he's taken shelter under an eave.] ...Recording? There must be another one in Figaro, then... [He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, then begins speaking in a more measured tone.] Edgar, this joke is no longer funny. Where did you hide the Falcon, and where did you drop me off? At least tell me you have coffee prepared.

[His tone changes as he begins fiddling with the device in an attempt to turn it off for now.] Damn this weather...it reeks of wet choco--what?! [Nudge. Nudge. Kweh!] No--! Down, girl--[Headbutt. Kweeeeeh.] Get away! I don't--[Oh but you do, Setzer. Kweh.]

[It cuts off abruptly as he closes the device.]

A Friendly Talk? [Action]

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[Lingering about within the entrance of the Theater District of Lindblum, Aerith took a generous bite out of the Banora apple she plucked from a passing fruit stand. Waiting for the arrival of her two friends, the flower girl began to ponder ways to end the strife that has came between Nanaki and Cloud as of late.]

Those two better not have stood me up...[She sighs deeply.]

[Action] Inside Galbadia Garden (Backdated to before the Pirate Attack)

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[When he finally exited was kicked out of Quistis' room, Edge roamed the Garden. He had not realized that this place was as magnanimous as he now saw. Unsure of where to go, he randomly tried every door he assumed was not a bedroom or off limits room.]