System Log - Voice/Video Map 0001

[unlimitedcid.livejournal.com]

[Screen flicks on to almost a hud like device on Cid's phone]

Oh...I did it...

[Pause] Hey everyone...Cid here from Lindblum...I've been working on a test track to really test Ellen's capacity on the rails and handling both Cargo and passengers through her maiden voyage across Gaia. Small scale experiments have been going well, as well as movement with the actual train seems to be in running order. Now it's time to prove Ellen what it is capable of.

[The hud flicks to a map of Gaia. Zooming into the area where Lindblum is, circling it]

This is Lindblum, where Ellen will start. According to most people it is the central base for all of the Sky People. I want to take this train...

[A line escapes the circle following a path all the way to another circle on the map]

To here...a town called Dollet. Using this, we should be able to see if Ellen can be mass produced as well as if Gaia can handle a train running around.

I will need assistance from those in charge in Dollet, tracks to begin being laid down, and possibly a team of people to help with the trial run.

[Hud black out]

Hopefully Ellen will do perfectly on her first trip.

Cid signing out!

[Filtered to Heads of State, filter borrowed from Rasler]

[sonoffigaro.livejournal.com]

(ooc: This should be backdated. I have not the brain to figure out when to. Assume before Ashe's accident.)

[The screen flickers on to show Edgar, looking... more like a prosperous businessman than anything. He's wearing his glasses and has plainly just been writing on a piece of paper on the desk in front of him, though the writing isn't visible. His hair's tied back like normal, and while he's incredibly presentable, he's not wearing "royal" sort of clothing.]

I'm sorry for making this introduction so abruptly, but Rasler Nabradia was kind enough to give me the key to this list, and some of what I have to say must remain as secret as possible. My name is Edgar Figaro - I am the king of Figaro, both the castle and the town, which as I understand have been here for several months. Ashelia and Rasler have brought me up to date on the situation of this world as best they can, and I have some disturbing news for all of you as well.

Not many days before I arrived, another man claiming to be me - and wearing my appearance - posted to this network. My friends, believing him to be me, met him and brought him to Figaro Castle, where he took up residence. My arrival less than a week later confused the situation incredibly, as many people pointed out that I'd shown up only days before. I proved to my friends that I was the real Edgar, then journeyed to Figaro to arrest the impostor.

We failed. He was wounded, but fled through magic - teleportation - while still wearing my shape, and we have no confirmation on his identity. However, there aren't many people who would know my appearance and have a way to fake it so convincingly, which means that it must be someone from my own world who possesses magic. And that, unfortunately, means this man was likely Kefka. Our world doesn't possess magic on anything like a large scale, and illusions were- are one of his specialties. I'm told he showed himself fading away on this network, going "back home" - it's very possible he was just making himself invisible through magical means. This isn't conclusive, but it's honestly the only conclusion that makes any sense to me. I wish I didn't have to be the bearer of bad news right at the start, but if he really is still on this world, then we need to be prepared.

He might try to look like me again - be on guard for that. I always wear two ties on my hair; from now on, they'll be different colors. [Edgar turns to show his ponytail, which has two dark blue ties on it; in view of the camera, and very quickly, he pulls off the bottom one and replaces it with a white he had sitting on the desk before turning back to the cameras.] I'm hoping that's a small enough change that he won't notice it and won't be able to incorporate it into any illusion. If no one's convinced by that, ask me to show you this. [And then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key that has a distinctively shaped bow: a radial circle with six spokes, much like a cart wheel.] This is the key to my personal workshop here in the castle, and only I have one. Kefka has also never seen this and so couldn't duplicate it. If "I" can't present this key, feel free to take whatever measures are necessary to capture or kill him. Just be prepared; he's a dangerous man, as you've found out, and he'll cause as much destruction as he can.

I'm sorry our first "meeting" has to be like this, but I hope we can end this menace soon and begin looking for the causes of these incredible phenomena. Best of luck to you all.

[End transmission.]

Text; filtered from FFIX crew (because they know!)

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

Some say the world will end in Fire
Others say in Ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor with fire
But if I had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction, ice
Is also great
And would suffice

Lovely, no? What shall it be: will a deep-seated burning hate or the icy cold nature of the uncaring be the end of of us all? Or will a champion rise against the darkness and defy both predictions?