ring ring, bananaphone. > Rydia of mist.

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[Pick up, nicepretty lady. There's a slightly sheepish bitty on the phone.]

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[ooc: Please forgive the fail on the dating of this. It was my intention to have it posted before Excenmille went to Troia, but I stupidly posted it to his journal instead of mooglenet. I canz work da typans.]

[video/action in Mysidia]

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[Leonora's still trying to understand the workings of the strange Whisperweed Phone, as she's come to think of it. King Edward's sort seems so much easier to manage than this device with all the buttons. It's been nearly two weeks since she left the Earth Crystal inside the shrine and she's still not yet returned to Troia, nor notified the custodians of the city as to her whereabouts. She should and knows this, yet can't seem to find the words to explain herself at all.

She's seated beneath a tree in Mysidia surrounded by a pile of books, and it takes her two or three attempts of opening and closing her mouth before she finally settles on what to say. Unfortunately, her attempts to filter the message just to the recipients in question have entirely failed.]


King Cecil. Queen Rosa... I... I'd like to speak with you. About Troia.


[Thinking that the message is secure and the device is off (how wrong she is!), Leonora tries her best to apply herself to studying while waiting for a reply. Of course, her thoughts aren't anywhere close to the grimoire in her hands, and when they actually are, she makes her classic creepy faces while trying to master the magic being discussed.]

[ phone calls ]

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[ The first call is for Zidane! Pick up, Monkey King, your big bro misses you! ]


[ The second call is for Mjrn, the prettiest bunny girl in the world! ]