First Spell [Video] [Action for Highcrest]

[livinginthefeymarch]

[And when the video starts it shows a little girl, probably six or seven years old, with green hair and a large, brown dress. Despite being a newcomer she doesn't seem that worried or confused, she's just smiling at the camera (Even if it still seems a little forced), somewhat proud of being finally able to use that 'scroll-thing'. She's sitting alone on a corner of the main path, using a wooden box as a chair.]

So... hello there! Uh... it's so weird talking to no one but... hello! [she tilts her head, nervously.] nice to meet you all, I guess? [She stops for a moment, probably unsure if someone can actually hear her or not] I'm Rydia and I was just... assigned here, I guess. But could please explain me what's going on?

« I »┊ＳＯＮＧ ♪【Accidental Video/Action for Crystalden】

[queenofleeks]

[on the side of the video, you might notice a girl with long, turquoise hair. She doesn't seem to notice her phone broadcasting while she's doing her own thing.]

Miku Miku ni shite ageru
Sekai fuu no dare, dare yori
Miku Miku ni shite ageru
Dakara motto watashi ni utawasete ne

[While singing to herself, she's been just practicing on dances to keep her mind off of the friends that left Mallow Hallow. Feel free to join her.]

Misson 002 | Video | Orlea

[stillshinigami]

[Video flips on, the wind blaring in the speaker and blowing his hair all over the place what little he has. He's standing on the ledge of a building, a nice big tear in his jacket. It's dark, night. The only light he has is his flashlight.]

Hate to say this, but I kinda got myself in a bind here. The flying thing? Awesome, until it wears off or stops working.

I'm on the tall building by the sky rise, and I ain't getting down any time soon unless someone opens up a window.

A little help?

01; audio, backdated 11th

[teabear]

—ugh!

[The communicator turns on to the middle of a restrained shout, having been unknowingly switched on as it was shoved aside. The shuffling of cloth sounds next.]

What an absolute mess! This must be the third . . . no, fourth time this week. And to think my control is still lacking even now . . .

[Things fall silent for only a moment before there's the sound of broken ceramic being moved, then the tink! of shards falling. Maribelle gives an abrupt gasp of pain—and seems to have swung out on instinct, a gesture that sends the communicator clattering to the floor. The impact switches the device off, ending the recording.

A little less than an hour later, the vocal feature comes back on.]

My apologies for the unintentional broadcast from before. Rest assured, there will not be a repeat of this incident.