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[Assassin has been dutifully following her Master's orders, tracking one of the natives as part of the "game" he proposed to her. Sometimes, though, something else catches her eyes, and she finds herself distracted from the task at hand. This is one of those times.]

[Her target lives in Orlea, and from what she has gathered, music is one of his primary hobbies. So, it's no surprise when tailing him eventually leads to her following him into a store centered on as much. She has never really had the chance to listen to music before, much less any of the modern sort, so it isn't long before her attention falls away from him and onto the racks of CDs.]

[This is the backdrop when she decides ask a question of the populace at large. She wastes no time on an introduction or an explanation when she opens her mouth.]


What kinds of music are good?

[After this question is asked, if anyone is in the area and interested in stopping by the store, they may find Assassin inside, headphones held over her ears as she listens to whatever CD she happens to be sampling at the time. She has been picking what to listen to by how much she likes its name, which is maybe a little childish, but she is a child.]
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[ Vigilant to his shift in his surroundings, he’s quite effortlessly grasped the more imperative aspects of the situation. Though, being forcefully displaced into an estranged land based entirely off the separation of various kingdoms—there’s a part of him that can’t completely deny the sheer amount of his interest that had inevitably been piqued. But, contradictorily to these newfound curiosities, there were some evident apprehensions towards his current state of affairs. … Was the Heroine also here, and if so—

How to bait her out of hiding? How to grasp her attention? Would she finally be able to see him? And, would their subsequent encounter be one beyond just fleeting moments of bewilderment and unintentional desperation? Regardless, there was only way to find out. 


He clears his voice with a soft sound from the back of his throat before finally opening his mouth to speak; an almost unbearably placid and collected tone to this voice as he does.
] Hello, residents of Mallow Hallow. [ There’s a pause as he passes a transitory glance back towards his … questionable surroundings. ]


It appears as though a great deal of you have found discomfort in this situation. [ A brief and seemingly thoughtful pause. ] Understandably so. Nevertheless, I offer you a potential solution. [ His powers have dwindled significantly, and while he was vastly dubious to the extent of magical energy that he had remaining, he continues onwards; disregarding the fact that his words were likely left to lies or half-truths— ]

Before that, however, I have a request I’d like to make. I would like to hear them... [ Realizing it may not be obvious, he easily amends his statement, a mirthful undertone to his voice. ] Your “earnest wishes,” that is. [ His voice trails off momentarily before gradually falling to silence, he lets the general message of words sink in before gingerly cutting off the feed. ]
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[ The video feed only turns on briefly as a figure shuffles in their sheets, allowing the device to be knocked off the edge of his bed. The soft sound woke up the sleeping teen, as he opened his eyes staring up at the ceiling. The white ceiling reminded him of the many times he had to visit the doctor's office for something that would never heal with medicine. He didn't know how many days he's been out, but it seems like he was far from death as he originally assumed. The sheets gets moved as he sits, up gingerly feeling the area where he was originally injured and flinched, knowing it still had a long way to go, but at least he was able to move without bleeding to death.

Pushing off the rest of the sheets, he examined himself and found nothing else but the dressed wound. His clothes might had been changed at some point, he wasn't sure when but the blood covered shirt and coat were no longer there. Slipping on his shoes, he took a few shaky steps towards the door. Leaving now seemed a lot easier than later, seeing he had not reason to stick around here much longer because he wasn't so severely injured. The pain was still there but it wasn't entirely hard to walk off with them. He noticed the device on the floor, remembering it to have been in his pocket when he arrived in this world. ]


An annoyance aren't you? [ but it might be useful for the future, so he picked it up unaware of its recording. ] I suppose it will have a use.

[ A silent comment before he moved towards the door, he locates a hallway. Strange enough, he didn't see his brother, but it wouldn't last too long, anyhow. It seemed like death slapped him in the face and then left him there to recuperate. The feeling of being useless and weak came to his mind, bitter look grazed his delicate features before propping himself straight and walking off, with the expressionless face. What he wanted was answers, and recuperating wasn't going to do much for him. Eventually the feed cuts. ]
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Hey all, the name's Duo. Stark is pulling together a group to look into technological means of getting out of here, I figure it might be worth it to gather intelligence about how this place operates, the royals, and why we were brought here. [etc]

Okay, yeah, I get it's kinda a no brainer, but it's probably best to get someone on the ball with gathering data and shit to pass on to the people who can use it.

So, spies, reporters, soldiers, infiltrators, here's something for you to do.

[An anonymous post; screened from The Joker]

There's a nut wearing clown make up who posted a few days ago. I'd watch out for him if you can help it. That said, anyone have a contingency plan for psychopaths who want to kill everyone in sight?

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Mar. 13th, 2013 05:16 pm
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[The message that appears is a simple text, no introduction, nothing personal about it.]

We've been told to live carefree lives. Or to make the most of our time while we're here. I wonder, can any of you be happy here?

What would it take to make you truly happy?


[Nothing odd about the query. He's a man with an interest in happiness, that's all.]

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