[Phone Call // Filtered!]

[futurefab.livejournal.com]

[Lilisette has been going all around the world as of late. But she always makes it back to Troia. Recently she's been hearing some rumors about a certain event coming up on June 30th from the guards, who seem eager to know what might happen. And now, to confirm, she's calling the person who's as close to the source as she dares go.

Queen Rosa, there's a phone call for you! And she's using every filter she knows how to use so that only Rosa gets the call.]

[video]

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

[Today, Setzer seems to have taken it upon himself to go a-wandering once more. Not too much of a surprise, for those who know him, and the dust of the wastelands not far from Figaro is still clinging to the hems of his coat, offering a general idea of where he's been.

More interesting, perhaps, is where he's found himself. By all appearances, it looks to be the cockpit of some manner of ship. To those who have been on the Celsius before, it's a fairly familiar cockpit as well. Not that Setzer knows this, of course. To him, it's just a moment of serendipity and he's hardly about to turn that down if it's an airship. There's a moment of silence before he turns to address the camera.]

A strange thing to find floating free in a hand like this. But I dare say I won't turn fate down this time.

[action]

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[Though she had spent the last week preparing, and sleeping after the lack of it, Frimelda had still been busy. Partly, scouring every avenue availiable to her, in pursuit of something: and that hard work had paid of, the evidence of which was now in a satchel over her shoulder. A crystal chalice.

Whilst she had been able to purchase passage past Gizamaluke's Grotto by airship - after much persuasion - the pilot refused to approach the island and the outline that was presumably the Dragon, which, was probably the wisest move. Approaching from ground level was perhaps the best chance they had to reach the creature before it spotted them. The final leg of pursuing the myrrh tree and its guardian would be by boat, which she had also arranged.

All that remained now was to meet with her companions. In the early morning light, she kept watch on deck for the monster population in case they dared draw near to the seemingly easy moored target, her provisions for the fight ahead stashed onboard the vessel, but close to hand - there was no guarantee that the fight would not end up taking place on that very deck, afterall.]