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Mog Network Post - Roalie to Esdham
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forcegalactic[As the team in Esdham handles the Mog Network device they found, the screen springs to life. That is, it’s covered in gray snow while Mordecai fiddles with the device found in the Ruins of Roalie.]
Hello, anyone hear me? [An older man’s voice is heard before the image clears up: the Barkeep’s familiar old face fills up the screen, though now he is framed by long black locks. He taps the screen with a finger.] See? Told ya I’m a natural.
[Being from the future and married to a tech person helps with strategically pushing buttons on strange machines.]
If y’all can hear this, I’mma let you know that I’m okay, we’re by the airship, don’t know where everyone is, and my hair grew out. [He brushes a black lock out behind his ear.] And now we got holophones or somethin’. Signal must be terrible out here in the middle of nowhere, can’t blame ‘em for not buildin’ no towers out here. Makes you wonder why they even left one of those OS crystals out here, unless--
[The flat-as-ever voice of Sparks Nevada can be heard piping up behind the Barkeep.]
Quit ramblin’, Barkeep. People ain’t here to listen to yer tech advice, and we don’t know how much juice this thing’s got. Just tell ‘em about the vision or whatever already.
Oh yeah, Sparks and Rialynn are here and totally fine. [No biggie.]
Right, now that vision of the future I got just as I woke. [Adding emphasis on the mystical concept of ~future~] We were fightin’ Kalki, only possessin’ Ramza like we last saw her, ‘cause the actual Kalki - her body, not her spirit - is deader than a doornail. Dunno where we were, but there’re crystals everyone, floatin’ platforms, too, and she sent that dragon summon Bahamut after us. We killed that thing pretty darn good, but then it got angry and grew a couple stories taller before gettin’ a second wind. That’s all I got before we had to head out. I got some food that’ll last a few days, but other than that, it’s empty as heck out here.
[Sparks’s face comes into view alongside Barkeep’s as he finished up, slowly pushing him out of view. The Barkeep’s cheek smushes against his mouth, preventing him from speaking.]
( if you listen closely, the sound of an unforgiving palm meeting a forehead echoes in the background… )
Dangit Barkeep I said keep it brief. Reckon some of you mighta heard that voice when we got knocked outta battle, right? That was the Queen, right? Told us to rest up cuz we’d need our energy to fight Kalki. Or Ramza, I guess. Said it was all she could do to help us stop the Cycle. I’m thinkin’ she mighta put us out for a little too long… Anyway, uh. Someone else is out there, right? We’re not just talking to ourselves, are we?
( there’s an exasperated sigh, as an orange hand made of hair makes an attempt to grab hold of the device for herself, while her arms stay crossed. A less-than-familiar looking Midna comes into view finally, wondering what it was she did exactly to deserve this fate. Both the company she had been forced into, as well as that whole end of the world thing. )
What these gentlemen are trying to say, I’m sure, is that if there’s anyone out there that can hear this transmission… ( or perhaps someone in particular— ) It would be in all of our best interests to re-group or at least share anything we’ve learned with one another.
( and then, a slightly muttered… ) If you haven’t all gone and gotten yourselves killed yet, at least.
((OOC: please list if you are directly speaking to Sparks, Barkeep, Midna, or Vincent to address the group in general))
Hello, anyone hear me? [An older man’s voice is heard before the image clears up: the Barkeep’s familiar old face fills up the screen, though now he is framed by long black locks. He taps the screen with a finger.] See? Told ya I’m a natural.
[Being from the future and married to a tech person helps with strategically pushing buttons on strange machines.]
If y’all can hear this, I’mma let you know that I’m okay, we’re by the airship, don’t know where everyone is, and my hair grew out. [He brushes a black lock out behind his ear.] And now we got holophones or somethin’. Signal must be terrible out here in the middle of nowhere, can’t blame ‘em for not buildin’ no towers out here. Makes you wonder why they even left one of those OS crystals out here, unless--
[The flat-as-ever voice of Sparks Nevada can be heard piping up behind the Barkeep.]
Quit ramblin’, Barkeep. People ain’t here to listen to yer tech advice, and we don’t know how much juice this thing’s got. Just tell ‘em about the vision or whatever already.
Oh yeah, Sparks and Rialynn are here and totally fine. [No biggie.]
Right, now that vision of the future I got just as I woke. [Adding emphasis on the mystical concept of ~future~] We were fightin’ Kalki, only possessin’ Ramza like we last saw her, ‘cause the actual Kalki - her body, not her spirit - is deader than a doornail. Dunno where we were, but there’re crystals everyone, floatin’ platforms, too, and she sent that dragon summon Bahamut after us. We killed that thing pretty darn good, but then it got angry and grew a couple stories taller before gettin’ a second wind. That’s all I got before we had to head out. I got some food that’ll last a few days, but other than that, it’s empty as heck out here.
[Sparks’s face comes into view alongside Barkeep’s as he finished up, slowly pushing him out of view. The Barkeep’s cheek smushes against his mouth, preventing him from speaking.]
( if you listen closely, the sound of an unforgiving palm meeting a forehead echoes in the background… )
Dangit Barkeep I said keep it brief. Reckon some of you mighta heard that voice when we got knocked outta battle, right? That was the Queen, right? Told us to rest up cuz we’d need our energy to fight Kalki. Or Ramza, I guess. Said it was all she could do to help us stop the Cycle. I’m thinkin’ she mighta put us out for a little too long… Anyway, uh. Someone else is out there, right? We’re not just talking to ourselves, are we?
( there’s an exasperated sigh, as an orange hand made of hair makes an attempt to grab hold of the device for herself, while her arms stay crossed. A less-than-familiar looking Midna comes into view finally, wondering what it was she did exactly to deserve this fate. Both the company she had been forced into, as well as that whole end of the world thing. )
What these gentlemen are trying to say, I’m sure, is that if there’s anyone out there that can hear this transmission… ( or perhaps someone in particular— ) It would be in all of our best interests to re-group or at least share anything we’ve learned with one another.
( and then, a slightly muttered… ) If you haven’t all gone and gotten yourselves killed yet, at least.
((OOC: please list if you are directly speaking to Sparks, Barkeep, Midna, or Vincent to address the group in general))
