Not what I was expecting when left alone, Nuadoria, but quite a display, indeed.

Isn't it about time someone helped you all along home? I imagine the majority of you would prefer home to this place. ...Yes? Or have some of you changed your minds?

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[Her transmission crackles to life midaction, the sound of a weapon being sheathed as something hits the ground near the communicator with a sickly thud.

There's a pause. Impatient. Irritated.]

Such a mess, this has become.

How... hm, typical. And yet, you all seem to be taking care of yourselves quite well.

Oh, my. That was... quite some time. Nevertheless, the day is saved.

...How lovely.


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Little Miss, a word, if you will.

[A soft laugh barely echos over the transmission, low and gritty against the gentle white noise of the open channel. And her words are just as quiet, distant, but they hold a venom of spite to them and by no means are they hard to hear for anyone paying attention.]

How precious you all really are... is there anything you can't do?


[Her voice changes, a string of affection tying up around what comes next.]

...Azmeth.

[There is the sound of a loud high pitched screech, but it doesn't come from the transmitters, and your characters will be hit with a very sudden and very heavy wall of heated air.]

Well, well. Not as expected. ...As usual, when you two are involved. Half and half, then. I'm sure you'll find yourselves useful.



—Despite coming from different worlds, you all share a remarkably similar calm for the fact the world is on the brink of ending. I'm curious, is this type of thing usual for you in your worlds? It's an unusual link, but perhaps the link nonetheless.


A word, Miss Ava, should you have a moment to spare.


Private to Belin.

A request, Miss Belin.

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[This is a rare case for her, where her voice is drifting somewhere between irritation and amusement. Because, really,if it had been gone about any other way, it would have been a perfect set of results. But, the circumstance surrounding such things...]

She did not manage such a feat in her little fit; even the magisters did not in all of their little stunts. And yet, this thing has. Your powers are all weak here, and yet one of you managed to summon something like that, as weak in equivalency to what the real thing must have been. I wonder; have I underestimated you or have I overestimated the power of this cursed place?

—I suppose since you are stuck here, it'd be valuable for you to know that the physical plane plane is damaged and the seal underneath with it. As lovely as one concept is to me, I do not believe Sefirah will hold stabilization for much longer, at this rate. [A disconsolate sigh.] ...Pity, I was rather fond of this place.

And, my... so many visitors, lately. The Ice Magister would be quite frustrated to see this. How lucky for you he's no longer in control.



Private to Dai.

Caim really never understood how to take advantage of a situation. I have no intention of simply sending these people back to you for you to deal with as you please.

...Not that his reasons for that deal were very successful, now were they?

[a momentary pause.]

However, I do believe we can compromise, with so many.


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[Her voice is very soft, feminine in a concerned and caring way, as if the events that recently transpired bothered her.]

Oh, my. What a mess we have. Poor things. It'll be over soon enough. Perhaps you can even go home, hm?


[A short pause, and her tone changes to be more serious, hard, and absolutely lacking in sympathy. Talk about a personality switch.]

I do believe with Dent dead, someone has something of mine that should be returned.


Kengamine.

[A small tapping of fingers on a hard surface, and she's silent in her thoughts before speaking. Her voice bleeds a sickeningly sweet cheerfulness.]

...Oh, always something to add to the surprises, I do suppose. How pretty, may you all enjoy yourselves for the time being, then.

But, you precious little things have put yourselves in quite a bind with the people you trust as your saviors. As lovely as they are, your knights are quite flawed. You sure you want to be doing this? Hm?




Private to Fallon.

[And, you know, if her voice wasn't patronizing enough in public, have her dig her nails in with the sound a little, just for you.]

...And so we have four knights once again, but still a captured prince and princess. My, my. What a game this is turning out to be. She still sleeps, but the two of you will make for a wonderful show in the future. I wonder if these new comers will be of any help? I'm sure they'd love to help the likes of you.

Yet, not much of a country left for you, sadly, is there? Now, tell me, do I get to pick which knight to send to your rescue, hm? Because I know exactly which one would do a glorious job of it.

Well, what a charming little collection this place has gathered. Comfortable, too, are we.

Let us play a game, then. My sincerest apologies, I do hope you can keep pace with protecting your assets, Inquisitor.

For the rest of you, listen well, because your lives lie in your abilities in think quickly and intelligently.

I am at the beginning of all things.
I am at the end of eternity.
There is but one path from my beginning to my end.
My whole embodies indifference.
What am I?

Learn it, it's your only defense. Your weapons, and your minds, will rot long before this nightmare ends.

[It's not from her end of the communicator, but rather in the distance of the city the thunderous, ringing of the bells in the bell-tower start to strike. One. Two. Three. And from the distance, an essence starts to creep its way towards the city, and it slides over everything in its path, painting the air black and the architecture dead with rust and grime much more familiar to a city that has faced the aftermath of a catastrophic event. And that's not quite the only thing coming with it, because that sound that had earlier been heard from her end of the network now sounds like it is quite possibly very realistically on their side and in more their one number.

... Among other things.]