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| [ The feed flickers slightly, revealing a young girl who looks pretty confused. For a moment, she's silent as she's too busy looking around her surroundings. Obviously this isn't Fuyuki City. Last time she checked it wasn't in a bubble or underwater for that matter. She turns back to the screen, looking down slightly. ]
S-So the brochure says we're, um, stuck here...? It's not that I don't want to be here, I'm just... [ Waiting for someone. She shakes her head a bit, deciding not to say anything more about the subject. ] My name is Sakura Matou. I-It's a pleasure to meet you! [ Slightly bows. ] Th-Thank you for the brochure, I really appreciate it.
... I guess that's it. H-How do I turn this off...?
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| Ah..
[The video only shows the briefest flash of a face - deep jade eyes with a soft yellow glow, grey skin and black hair that's drenched down from its usual style and curled in wet tendrils around a confused and wary expression. She has been there for some time now, though quietly, getting her bearings, working out what this place might be and whether or not she truly is dead.
The answer to the last - and most pressing - of her concerns appears to be 'no', but of course that brings up a whole new set of questions and problems. No afterlife that she had ever heard of had been anything like this.
A moment later, after giving a clear view of her location - a quiet corner of the plaza - the video feed is ended. It's several more minutes before a text is sent out.]
If It Is Not Too Much Trouble.
I Would Appreciate Some Assistance.
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| [Waver looks distinctly unimpressed as he glares into his device, holding up a purple notebook as if he'd rather not be touching it.]
Two points of interest. Firstly, I'd like to speak with a young Miss Lalonde about a volume of personal fiction that I imagine she's noticed missing recently.
[He couldn't make the first name in the signature out, but he refuses to believe the owner is a boy.]
Secondly, and on the subject of things gone missing-- I appear to be lacking a personal effect of sorts, myself. If anyone can offer any helpful information regarding the whereabouts of about ten litres of liquid mercury, I'd be quite appreciative. More often than not, it looks like a rather large ball or bobble-headed thing with limbs and an odd fixation for brooms. Thanks in advance. | |
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| [The screen flickers slightly before revealing a smiling young face, red eyes wide in wonder as she stares at the camera. The girl looks very excited, or at least eager to see what this device does. There's almost a sense of pride emanating from her - after all, being in a family of magi meant that they avoided contact with modern technology as much as possible. So getting this thing to work is quite the accomplishment, and she looks around for a few moments around the edge of the screen - checking things, probably - before looking back at the camera.
Unfortunately, she doesn't notice that it's upside down.]
Hello everyone! I'm Ilyasviel von Einzbern, but Ilya is fine. I'm new here, so I'm looking for someone to be my older brother!
[She smiles again. It's not in her intention to further explain what an older brother entails, since the best older brothers would already know what to do without her telling them. Ideally, the older brother would be someone who's actually older than her, but if they act and look older than her, that's fine too. All things considered, that really shouldn't be too hard...]
I guess a big sister would be okay too... but a big brother would be better. So, someone come play with me, okay?
[Her eyes wander off to the sides of the screen again. A few moments pass by as this continues, and the girl mutters a barely audible 'how do you turn this off?'] | |
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