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[Once Rydia's taught him how to use the skyphone and he's eaten and rested off his fatigue, it's actually the morning of the next day -- he appears to have skipped one. With a startled sound he rouses himself and looks to the device, deciding to try his luck at locating a certain someone. He's not enabling video. He knows how to, but it's quite a nice thing to remain anonymous; especially when he's so used to having everything he says disregarded because of his age.

Being looked down on, Or being looked at as a child is the last thing he wants right now. It's always been the fastest way to earn his ire, but now more than ever it isn't appreciated. Rydia doesn't treat him as a child; so he's not expecting to be by any other.]

To any which responded with concern at what the moogles transmitted through this device upon my entry into this world, I thank you. Also, I apologize for any hassle it might have caused. It was not the best of introductions... and quite embarrassing, if I am honest.

...At any rate..
I would ask something of any that listen. I search for someone. He is of the elvaan race... and eleven years of age. He would have come into this world unconscious. Possibly-- nay, probably, hurt. He is armed with both a sword and shield. I ask you to inform me upon sight, if possible. Also... if any orcs are sighted which can speak the common tongue, I would ask the same. Inform me.

I thank you.

[Filtered; Lilisette. (For when she's on her mission!)] ...I hope all goes well with you. ...Have you seen him? Any that look alike him? Any orcs that might have been carried by the spell as well?

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[When the feed turns on, it's mid-conversation and shows a busty Selkie not paying a whole lot of attention to the poor moogle.]

...and that's how you-

Yeah, yeah, thanks moogle.

[Belle sniffs the air and lets out a happy squeal.]

You smell that? There's treasure here~

Dunno how Layle pulled this one off, but I'll take it.

[Quite literally. Meanwhile the moogle starts tugging rather insistently on Belle's jacket sleeve.]

Knock it off I heard you. I just need to get the lay of the land. Whoever lived here had pretty good taste...

[Not to mention expensive tastes. She'll just liberate a few things and be on her way. More tugging coming from the moogle then a vicious roar. The view swings to reveal a massive creature guarding the myrrh tree inside Lufene's stronghold.]

You have to get out of here, kupo!

Wha-?! What is that?!! Layle? LAYLE!! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

[Forget yelling at the missing Crystal Bearer, it's time to get the hell out. Belle grabs the moogle and starts to make a break for it before she becomes monster chow.]

[Phone Call to Porom] [slightly backdated]

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[Ring, ring. Pick up, BFF.]

[action in Figaro - slightly backdated]

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[Cecil had intended to head for Troia straight away upon arriving back in Gaia. But Rosa's insistence on going to Figaro instead to meet him had made him stay put, and so he'd accepted the Terra's hospitality for the time being. It was a good idea, in retrospect; his memories of Gaia were still muddled or vague in places, and throwing himself straight back into his duties to Troia wouldn't have helped in the slightest.

Now, night is gradually falling on the desert castle, and the temperature along with it. Cecil is standing on the castle ramparts, watching the sunset and rise of the two moons. If he didn't know better, he could almost believe he was in Damcyan.

Either way, the cooling air is working wonders for clearing his mind while he thinks. But he wouldn't say no to company, of course.]