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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

[The back of Lilisette's head had only throbbed more as the white, puffball had started speaking to her. Its words went in one ear and out of the other as she idly listened, its speech familiar but not quite on par with her own world. Speaking of, the last thing she remembered was the tear-streaked face of her tag-team partner and the gaping vortex of Atomos's mouth as it loomed in the sky. Had she accomplished her task? Was she able to fulfill at least part of her promise to Lilith before she was spirited away to this mystery world?]

Hey! [When she looked up to demand answers from the creature, the space around her was empty. An illusion? As a flush of panic and frustration began to snake up her neck, the weight of the communication device registered in her palm, as well as the pamphlet wedged between that and her thumb. Lilisette presses her lips together and huffs. This must be some kind of joke.]

[Stepping back, she observed the vast town that was overlooked by a large castle. At the very least she had landed somewhere that held some semblance to her home, the city vaguely resembling San d'Oria, though it was not Elvaan that passed her in the streets. For once she missed the pompous, pious race that towered over her, but she made it a point to meet every wary gaze thrown her way with a light challenge in her eyes.]

Altana, I pray you've some purpose for this. [Lilisette sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as she grew bored of standing about, looking like a fish out of water. If she was given something that looked, under some stretch of the imagination, like a linkpearl, she supposed she should use it. At that point she had nothing else to lose.]

[Setting the device on a pallet of chopped wood, she furrowed her brows as she fidgeted with the buttons for a moment. After a few tries the light went green, and she stood back with a smile--pleased. Pressing the backs of her lightly curled fists into the small of her back she puffed out her chest a bit and stood back.]

I presume there are others in possession of this device, though I don't dare to hope that any of you are from Vana'diel. [What did she used to do when the met people, before she traveled to the past and became famous? It was awkward--her stomach was in knots. How unlike her.]

Well, if anyone is out there, I suppose you'll make yourselves known. [She turns to the side, the red ruffles that lined the light fabric of the dress she wore swaying in the wind along with her short, red hair and the blue feathers of her hair ornament.] I would also be grateful to know where I am, and where I might go.

[A beat of silence passes before she leans in close to the camera, the golden pendent on her lace choker catching the sunlight along with the star dangling from her earring. It's her mischievous grin, though, that seems most prominent.] Remember--it's rude to keep a lady waiting.

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Whoa...

[Troia is full of women. Beautiful women. But this one is really exotic! Ceodore's no flirt though and comes over to chat. Or try to.]

Hey.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

Hello, little knight. Are you a defender of this kingdom?

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Awhu-?

[Ceodore totally misses that she thinks he's a kid. Too busy gawking to really do much more than fumble for words.]

O-oh! N-no, no. Ah, I'm... I'm from Baron.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

It's fortunate you're in Troia now, then. Your name, knight? Every gentleman should introduce themselves to a lady, correct?

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[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I'm not from Vana'diel, but that looks like Troia. Are you new?

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

It seems so. I'm Lilisette. I'm a dancer from San d'Oria in Vana'diel.

And you are?

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[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I'm Penelo.

You're a dancer too?

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

That's right! They called me the "Moonshade Butterfly" in my troupe. You're one as well? Are you a part of a dancing troupe here?

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[cetra-legacy.livejournal.com]

I haven't heard of Vana'diel before, but I'm new here.

I'm Aerith.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

I'm relieved I'm not the only new one around here. I'm Lilisette, a dancer.

If you're also new here, did you come from another world as well?

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[cetra-legacy.livejournal.com]

[Aerith smiles at her words.] It's nice to meet you, Lilisette~ you're a dancer? How wonderful! I think that I have two left feet hehe

Mmhm! I most certainly did! A few of my friends are here with me as well, but they arrived long before I did.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

I was a clumsy child. With limbs that were too long, and feet that were uncoordinated, but my mother was a famous dancer in her time so she taught me. As dancers died out in our world, she stubbornly branded the steps of the Kriegstanz into me.

How nice, to have friends here. Have you met up with them already?

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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Vana'diel? ...no, I am not.

[Obviously.]

You have arrived in Troia.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Are you a native of this world?

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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.]

No, I hail from Ivalice. However, I have come to see Gaia as home.

Your location, it is not native to this world, either.

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

Gaia... I see. What a precarious situation.

Well, I've a lot to learn, it seems. That presumptuous moogle assigned me a task, so there's no time like the present!

Oh, I'm Lilisette, a dancer from my world.

[immortal-lion.livejournal.com]

[He blinks, instantly turning on the video of his device upon hearing the name of his world. Not quite Uurhgum, but still... He regards the screen, and a slight look of disappointment overcomes his features at the fact you're not the empresses' mercenary. However. Rishfee's a nice enough sort to not let that make him disconnect.]

...You are from the middle lands are you not, adventurer?

[futurefab.livejournal.com]

Finally, someone from Vana'diel!

I'm from San d'Oria. You hail from the Empire, I presume?

[immortal-lion.livejournal.com]

[He's more than aware of the sass, but chooses not to comment on it. There's no point. The girl seems to have just arrived, she's probably confused. And a little scared. Thankfully though! He's got enough perception to ascertain that you're not from the far east. Your clothing is certainly strange, but middle-lands strange.

...Then the confirmation of course is her words. He draws his hands behind his back.]

I do. Is that of concern or affront to you?
...Regardless, welcome. As hollow as such a sentiment might seem.

[blue-desperado.livejournal.com]

Looks like you're in Troia, miss! I'm not from Vana'diel, but you could probably tell that just by looking, huh? I am from somewhere other than Gaia, though -- lots of us are. Welcome!

[futurefab.livejournal.com]

You're correct--I can see that. Where are you from, sir? You've the air of a soldier about you, however faint.

[blue-desperado.livejournal.com]

[He smiles easily, tilting his head as he continues to look directly into the feed.] Galbadia, originally. You called it, used to be in the army. Didn't like it much though, just a way to make a living. I hate fighting, you know? Gave it up as soon as I could.

There's a bunch others from my world here, too. Doesn't really have a common name, but... all the SeeD kids, at Garden? We're from the same place.

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[chaos-vessel.livejournal.com]

You're from Vana'diel?

[It's probably pretty obvious that Vincent isn't. But the name of the world is one that Rishfee's mentioned to him several times.]

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

Mmm, that's right. Do you know of it?

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[chaos-vessel.livejournal.com]

A friend in this world is a native.

[She's be right about that, though he's not quite like the blue mages she knows from her world.]