The Return of the Bard [accidental video]

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[ Water.

There was water everywhere, even upon the screen of this misplaced Skyphone.

Droplets of water slithered down his shaky palms as he thrashed about within these shallow but icy pools for a minute or so. Uncertain as to what sort of fate has befallen upon him now, the unlucky fellow paused once he recognized the swampy surroundings.]

P-Pinnacle Rocks?!

[The shock was clearly evident within the bard’s tone, even if he was barely seen within the video.]

This is—Gaia! I’m…what happened to me?

[Falling quiet for a moment or two, only the bard’s shaky breaths could be heard as he searched within the waters for his lyre. For those watching, one might notice how something amidst here. Edward looked haggard, fatigued even, almost as if he hasn’t slept for a thousand or so nights. Besides his sleepless appearance, the bard was dressed oddly within peculiar robes that possessed a neon-blue glow.

It seems that wherever Fate whisked Edward off too wasn’t a friendly one, especially since he possessed a few ugly bruises upon his wrists and hands.]

Oh, where did it go?!

[Still thrashing about within the water, Edward finally stops once he spots a glimmer of gold nearby.]

My lyre!

[He hastily snatches it out of the water.]

Thank the heavens! I hope the strings aren’t too soggy…


[ooc: Similar to Ondore's re-intro, the bard was taken to another world. But unlike Ondore...he wasn't returned to his native realm. Have fun with this FFXIII cast.]

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[action] Just no more snogging for the bard right now.

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[It's still awkward for Penelo to hear Edward called by his title, since she just can't think of him that way. To her he is, and forever will be, just Edward and a bard. Doesn't stop her from joining him in waving at the pink-haired young woman herself.]

Everyone's been worried about you, Edward. Can you tell?

[And since they've now got an audience, she wraps her hands around his free arm, which entails relinquishing his hand.]

[action] Porom is the worst moment killer I swear

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[Porom's a little unsteady at first, disoriented by the combination of magic use and suddenly being in a new place, but regains her composure quickly and makes her way over to the bard and dancer.]

You've been healed already. That's a relief.

[Still ignoring pleasantries and being far too formal in her need to get right to the point, she holds out the bundle of robes and blankets.]

You should find somewhere secluded and change into dry clothes, your highness. You'll die of cold out here.