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[ A pleasant sort of static greets the ears of the viewer, effectively muffling the words of the those speaking for a minute, give or take ten to twenty seconds. Anyone familiar with the mountain region and its surrounding territory at the northern end of the Lost Continent might recognize the rocky structure of the snow-laden cliffs that cradle Narshe immediately in the background. Anyone at all familiar with the world would certainly recognize little more than two digits of a moogle's paw obscuring what presently serves as the top of the visible image. The static quickly subsides and a voice, clearly feminine and hot with indignation, forces aside any promise of cryptic silence. ]

-- mean to deceive me?

[ A small wave of loud, and therefore presumably closer, voices urge many a "n-no," "nono," and "kupo" forward. The image sways left and right, left and right, as though one were observing the world through the eyes of some drunk subject to motion sickness. Then -- ]

Enough!

[ "K-k-k-kupo!" ]

I have no time for children's games!

[ Snow crunches briefly beneath leather boots and waffle-guarded paws. A small stretch of silence follows, then more snow-crunching, followed by a slightly longer stretch of silence.

"Wh-what are you looking for, kupo?" ]

The blackg'rd that summoned you.

[ Anger tinges those words, but it is a cold sort of anger, one motivated not only by confusion and gradually mounting frustration, but by duty and a strong sense of purpose now inexplicably hindered. (It does not help that who or whatever has brought about these circumstances clearly means to mock her. Moogles are but creatures of myth and legend in Ivalice, the sole exception being the summon, and summons do not wander from their summoner; they do not amass and steal lady knights from their company. Even if they could, this lady knight would surely have noticed and not awakened in an unfamiliar region covered from head to toe in snow whilst surrounded by mythical creatures waving peculiar devices and --)

"You really should use this!"

If her tone is any indication, the moogle holding the skyphone is beaming and in good spirits despite the woman's malcontent. No sooner than she finishes her cheerful little exclamation does the image explode into a violent whorl of color. The device is thrust into the gloved hand of what can now be identified as a human female -- blond, her hair styled in the fashion of an age typically recalled in fairy tales and the like, with narrowing amber eyes and a face not at all unpleasant look at. White and blue are the predominantly visible colors about her apparel, which is scarcely seen from that angle save for a gleaming pauldron upon her shoulder.

The skyphone's digits are still being pressed, albeit fewer than they were at first following the exchange. Few enough that the woman's words are intelligible and much more easily heard. If she sounded unhappy before, she sounds very unhappy now, and that's putting it nicely. ]

-- you! What manner of --

[ "It's on, kupo!"

"Uh oh!"

"Here, let me!"

The dissonant sound of rapidly crunched snow, many voices spouting words that run into each other, and several grunts is drowned out by a loud Beep beepbeep, b-buh-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP and the feed cuts out. ]

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Dame Oaks?

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[ Suffice to say seeing the image of the Blackram commander on the device's screen is a good bit more surprising than simply hearing his voice. She keeps as much from her own despite her frustration with the summons. ]

Yours is a face I would not soon forget, Ser Delita.

[ Hushed whispers can be heard in the background, but as the camera is focused upon Agrias, the moogles, rather irritating creatures thus far in her experience, go unseen and unnoticed by the lady knight. (Of all the people...) ]

Know you this farce or play you some part in it?

[ She poses the question with sincerity. After all, Delita Heiral has done naught in the past but things to earn such suspicion from the Lionsguard. ]

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'Tis with honesty that I must relay to you that I was taken aback as you when I arrived. It seems that we inhabit a place called Gaia. I had but hoped Ramza's friends would be spared this injustice.

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