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[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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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

It's fine, I don't wish to be around a gaggle of giggle, fawning women. I'll return another time.

Our next stop is the castle, correct?

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Mother and Father should both be there right now.

[He takes hold of her offered hand, and then gently tucks it back inside his arm. It's the polite thing to do and puts people on notice to leave off.]

I don't understand why they do that, although it's happened all my life. It's worse with the Epopts. My face bruised.

[He might be walking them just a touch faster than before to the castle. Not that Ceodore's in a hurry to get away from the dancer herself, but he wants to get out of the town proper ASAP.]

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[Once they reach the castle, Cecil is there to greet them. Instead of the usual warm welcome his son and a guest would receive, however, he looks between them uncertainly. He's surprised not at the girl's exotic looks, but that Ceodore is arm with a girl that isn't Ursula.]

Have you... made a new friend, Ceodore?

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

I can understand their desire to make a fuss over you. You have the makings of a well-loved prince. If our eldest prince had come to the Lion's Spring when he was a boy, I imagine the others in the troupe would've treated him the same.



Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty. I'm newly arrived and His Highness was kind enough to show me the city.

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Ceodore's pretty oblivious to whatever his father might be implying, although he's a little surprised by the show of formality on Lilisette's part.]

Uh, yes. This is Lilisette. She's a dancer. Penelo suggested that she meet you and Mother.

[He glances to her for confirmation of that fact. Pretty sure that's what she said.]

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

That's correct. Penelo suggested I start here as a place to get my feet on the ground.

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[trinitycrusades.livejournal.com]

[She's very polite, so Cecil will give them both the benefit of the doubt. You'd better not be breaking Ursula's heart, though, Ceodore. :|]

It's good to meet you, Lilisette. [He inclines his head in acknowledgement when she bows, but like Ceodore, he isn't too concerned about formalities. Friends are friends and are treated as such.] You're welcome to stay in Troia as long as you wish, if it will help you to settle into being brought to Gaia. I'm sure Rosa would like to meet you, as well.

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Thought you wanted them to break up, Pops?]

She might join the dancers at the King's Bounty.

[He knows about that secret club. Has his own membership and everything. >.>]

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[futurefab.livejournal.com]

The honor is all mine, Your Majesty. I'm very grateful for your hospitality. I'll be seeking passage to Mysidia in a couple of days to visit the myrrh tree there. Until then I'll be in your care.

If I can manage to visit without the women making such a fuss, I'll stop by there soon. I'm quite interested in the quality of their performance.