[H/W - Unbeknownst Video ]

[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

[The video opens with a certain pilot sleeping away, leaned up against a water fountain with rather colorful display behind. Oh, and a few moogles hovering around him in an almost vain attempt to awake him from a previously drunken stupor.]

He's not waking up, kupo... [One covers its mouth in worry.]

[Another shakes its head.] And he smells like a bar!

[One final other, with little paws on it's hips, sighs;] Try waking him up again, kupo!

[Cid's cheek gets poked and he flinches with a little grumble, swatting a hand at nothing.] Nngh... goddamn... bugs...

.... Again, kupo. [The pilot then gets his hair sharply tugged and he snaps to alert, that idly swatting hand suddenly moving with reason; sending a moogle to fly off-screen and hit the ground with a small noise.]

H-holy shi—you alright? [He moves to sit up more, wavering and leaning over to the floating again creature.]

Just fine, kupo! [Then, the three moogles all start to fly off, the one that was hit pointing to the screen.] This is your new phone!

[The voices start to fade off.] Welcome to Gaia! Take care!

Goodbye, kupo~!

.... "Welcome ta Gaia"? ... No shit. Where the hell else would I be? [Cid flops back down to light a cigarette, looking around suspiciously. ] Though I dunno where the hell this place is, [He starts getting up, taking a long drag and reaching for his new phone.] Pretty sure I was home in bed when I passed out. [Came the sigh and puff of smoke as he closed his phone, the transmission ending.]

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[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

[Cissnei's been busy trying her best to repair and help people in Lindblum. In fact, she hasn't had much time to think about anything else. But, she needs to discuss the issue at hand with the Chalices and the new information that's come in.

She's sitting in the warehouse, turning the Chalice over and just trying to figure out more.]

((ooc: sorry for no earlier heads up but this has been long overdue~))

[Video (Filtered from the usual suspects)]

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[The video feed is a bit unsteady, at first. When it stabilizes, it shows a very winded Terra pausing for breath. She winces as she reaches up to shake the sand out of her hair, not having had time to heal herself just yet. When she's able to speak, her words come out in a rush.]

I was out training in the desert, when I saw a large creature lingering near the myrrh tree...a sandhorse. When I went closer to investigate, it attacked...and it's a lot stronger than I remember those being. I just barely managed to teleport away.

[She pauses after brushing away more sand, frowning.]

Something about this isn't right. I'd like to return. That tree is important, isn't it?

[Video/Action in Lindblum]

[lionsguard.livejournal.com]

[ The feed opens rather abruptly to that familiar pitch blackness that can only ever be caused by a wayward hand or paw. A most unpleasant sort of static follows, effectively muffling the words of whoever is speaking over the course of the next twenty seconds. Within that time, the paw obscuring the Skyphone's camera shifts and prompts a burst of color that whorls for a moment as a result of the phone's subsequent movement, then comes to an abrupt halt with only a single digit cutting a corner of the image from view. Anyone familiar with the streets of Lindblum's business district may very well recognize the structures in the background and the sounds that come with it; though, they are somewhat dim compared to the voice that cuts through the static with a single word. ]

Lindblum.

[ That the name comes so easily to the unseen speaker causes one of the moogles to literally stop in his tracks in view of the camera, his pompom bobbing from the force with which he does. The static begins its recession and the voice becomes clearer, strong yet feminine and somewhat... different, if you happen to know its owner, in that it does not carry its usual force. ]

That's right, kupo! This is Lindblum, but how did you know? I don't think we said --

Gaia then.

[ It is said with some finality, but none of the emotion that might be expected to accompany such a realization. There is no anger, no frustration, no joy, no relief to be heard. In their place is simply acknowledgment. Nothing more, nothing less. The moogle currently in view turns his head with an expression of hopeless bewilderment toward the camera. Another voice cuts through the hustle and bustle of the business district now, most likely that of the moogle holding the Skyphone. ]

Nevermind that, kupo! She needs medical attention right away! Just look at those injuries! Go get help, kupo!

O-okay, kupo!

[ And off runs the moogle as fast as he can, quickly vanishing from sight. For a moment, the street is all that can be seen and heard, and then -- ]

Please sit down, kupo! He'll be back soon with a healer, but it'd be bad if you fainted before he got here. So please, kupo!

Is that a Skyphone?

[ What immediately follows is more of that unpleasant static, which effectively masks the exact words being exchanged. If the tone of the moogle's voice is any indication, though, the woman either isn't hearing her or isn't complying one and the moogle is becoming quite upset for it. A short burst of static, possibly resulting from a sigh, precedes a sudden whorl of color. When it stops, it is obvious that the device now rests in the hands of a human woman -- blond, her hair styled in the fashion of an age long since passed, with amber eyes and a face not unpleasant to look at should one look past the blood and dirt that stains her right cheek. What's more is the bruising along the right side of her temple and neck and what blood seems to be trickling down the latter from behind her right ear; and yet, she stands straight and seemingly composed, unfaltering as she regards the camera. If she is in pain, she does not show it, the knight's resolve now visible in her eyes and audible through her voice despite something of her earlier tone that lingers. ]

I am Agrias Oaks, captain of the Lionsguard of Ivalice. I would have the aid of any willing to offer it in exchange for my gratitude. 'T was... unexpected, this turn of events. [ And that is all she will say upon that matter, her fingers seeking the appropriate buttons to end the feed. Having ended the video, she turns just so and gazes for a long moment in the direction she had been looking upon arrival. Although she says nothing, the fingers of the hand at her side curl silently into a fist for her memory of the vision that had greeted her before she opened her eyes to Lindblum. It's only when the moogle implores her to sit again that she seems to snap out of it; though, her thoughts continue to linger elsewhere as she stands resolute. Was it truly...? ]