VIDEO ▿ marsiva

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Who: Alisaie Leveilleur
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva, hospitality deck
When: Current

[ A (surprisingly) tiny elf greets all who would come across this message in the most pleasant manner possible: by slamming her palms against the console and raising her voice. ]

How dare you! [ You possibly meaning the people behind her abduction though anyone is free to take offense. After all, it's a display for all to witness. ]

I bet you don't even have the gall to address me in-person! I swear to you, no matter what it takes, I will find the thieves responsible. [ Wait--thieves? Perhaps she's not so angry over being kidnapped as she is over something missing. Then again, hasn't she been stolen herself?

Alisaie, who has experienced loss so much over the span of her short life, can't bear to be without her grandfather's (second to) last gift to her. A grimoire that was half of one and yet fully operational as a focus on its own. After spending the past day searching for the highly-valued gift of sentiment, she's finally taken to addressing any who would listen. If Alphinaud were here, he would insist they could catch more flies with honey and perhaps she would have left this (all of this) to his expertise. Since she is seemingly without, her hand has been forced while she's not in the best of moods. ]

I would offer a reward for a hint but pray tell how I may compensate for aid when I am without my coin purse. [ Angry and cynical, what a good combination. Furthermore she won't waste anyone's time with trivialities or questions. That is knowledge she will discover on her own in due time.

For a moment, it appears as though the tantrum has concluded as she steps back from the console. No, something else sprung forth to mind and while she feels guilty he was not her first thought, he is now her primary one. Her gaze lowers towards the ground as her bangs fall over her eyes. There is one question she must ask no matter how painful the answer may be. She wills the courage within and speaks of it abruptly. ]

If you have seen a boy--[ They may be adults but Alphinaud will always be the little boy to her. ]--who shares my very image, I... [ would love to see him once more. The sentence never is completed, Alisaie growing more withdrawn as regret chews away at her.

Enjoy the emotional roller coaster today, viewers! ]

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[ Fortunately for him, she's not a violent individual. She's just passionate when it comes to her emotions and cares little for who bears witness to them. Turning sharply on her heels, she looks him over curiously as if trying to determine something about him. ]

Goodness, you bore witness to that? [ That meaning her unsightly tantrum. If she's embarrassed, it doesn't show as she takes a step closer towards him, offering a hand.

Perhaps that outburst may yet prove to be of use to her. People often took pity on the weak and emotional. ] Alisaie Leveilleur.

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[ It's actually a surprise to be offered a hand in what's honestly? A totally normal greeting. Sascha doesn't get those very often and despite the lighting he squints in order to make sure that's really what's happening here.

Whether or not solid-gold eyes are anything strange in Eorzea, they're what Sascha has as he slowly reaches back to shake her hand, baffled. ]

...Sascha.

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[ After seeing her supposedly beloved (dead) grandfather return to her and leave alongside other oddities within a prison recently, Alisaie won't be swayed away so easily. Golden eyes or not, her grip is firm (a bit strong for someone her size actually!) and unwavering. ]

It's a pleasure, ser Sascha. [ Pulling her hand back slowly. ] As much as one could be considering the circumstances surrounding our meeting.

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I...yeah. I--it's a pleasure to meet you too. [ Whoa. Someone actually saying it's nice to meet him. Sascha can't help the happy flush that comes to his face as he stares down at his own hand for a moment...or as much as the fluorescent lighting will let him, anyway. ]

....

Are you an angel?? [ That's the only way to explain the white hair and ears and kindness, right?? ]

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[ An angel? What's an angel?? ] No, I'm Elezen.

[ Reaching up to point at one of her ears as if it were obvious this entire time. See? Pointy ears. Elezen. ]

From Sharlayan. [ She adds in case he inquires about what tribe she hails from. It hasn't quite dawned on her yet that people here arrive from different worlds because why would it? Her own world is vast and full of interesting things that have yet to be discovered! This could just be another instance of that occurring. ]

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[ If it helps any Sascha makes the same assumption, albeit not on such a grand scale. He just assumes that she must be from some country he's familiar with...at least until she goes off and says all that. It leaves Sascha blinking, confused. ]

From...where?? Charlatan?

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Sharlayan. [ She repeats, not bothered by the pronunciation. ] Isles north of Eorzea.

[ It's okay, Sascha. Not many people travel up that far. ]

From what nation do you hail? [ Normally she can pick a person's nationality easily enough but she's experiencing a bit of trouble with this one. Perhaps she's influenced by her emotions a bit more than she cares to admit. ]

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I'm not too sure actually... But I like to think it's Latvia♥ I don't suppose you've heard of it? [ Because the other white-haired woman he met certainly hadn't. ]

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No, I'm afraid not. [ All those years reading and she's never once heard of that nation. Is it possible there were parts of the world not known to the Sharlayan? ]

Whoever our captors are, they must fancy collecting things from different parts of the world. It's good to know that about them--once we begin to understand their impulses, we will be able to determine their motivations.

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One guy I talked to said it was a super-gorgeous woman named Atroma. [ No, that is not at all what Allen said. But that's how Sascha is going to recall the event. ]

Maybe she's collecting people? Although I'm not too sure how she got us into space... I'm sure I would've remembered that.

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A woman of fine looks? [ It's possible they're dealing with a siren then.

So now that's two people who completely misunderstand their situation......... Good job, Allen. ] Space?

[ As in the stars? Are they really in the stars? This can't be happening to her of all people. Astrology wasn't something she studied extensively. ]

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Yeah! You know, as in above the sky and everything? Where all the stars are. I didn't know it was actually possible to get up here... Humans sure are amazing huh?? [ Unless Atroma isn't a super-hot human lady. But even then humans are still pretty neat. He used to be one after all. ]

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[ No, she's a siren... which looks like a human lady, so she'll give him that. Fully convinced that their foe is something enchanting, Alisaie will be mindful of the words she hears and pay further attention to the sounds of their imprisonment. ]

Sharlayan are familiar enough with the stars--at least those who studied them extensively. I am no astrologian however.

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Astrologian....? [ That's...well, not a word Sascha's very familiar with. But he will crack his eyes open again to squint, shielding them with one hand. ]

Is that the thing with horoscopes? [ Leo and Virgo and all that? He'd never really bought into any of it nor paid close attention. ]

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Yes, horoscopes and the positions of the stars as well as the gates. Afraid I am not all that familiar with them myself. [ She apologizes for it even though it's unnecessary. ]

If one were here, we might be able to determine where in the sky we are. For now we'll have to find the answer out ourselves.

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That just makes it more fun though right? Having all the answers right off the bat isn't very interesting. [ It's like spoiling the end of your favourite TV series!

...If he'd ever watched TV, anyway. ]

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[ Says who? Alisaie rather have all of the information accounted for so that she could be creative with her solutions. ]

On that we will have to disagree on.

[ No worries, she tends to not dwell on these things. ] Have you been able to discover anything yourself? Other than the presence of a siren.

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Hmmm...well! There's a bunch of other super-cute girls here. And one of them has pink hair! Another has hair just like yours, but her ears aren't as big. [ All super-helpful information, he knows. ]

There's a guy that likes to start fights too. I don't think he's the guy you're looking for though.

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[ Reaching up to touch the ear without an earring attached, Alisaie wonders if they really were that big. Proud about certain things and self conscious about others. ]

This girl with hair like mine... [ She murmurs, keeping her gaze elsewhere. It isn't him, it's her. ] Are you certain they do not look nigh identical to myself?

[ It's not the first time her brother has been mistaken for a maiden. ]

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[ It's...well, it's a pretty fair concern. But Sascha will shake his head and cover his chest with his hands confidently. ]

Nah, she was bigger than you. And taller. [ Bigger in muscle, in stature, in....chest-areas. You know. ]

And her ears were small.

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[ The clarification doesn't give her the relief she sought after though it is better to know now than to hope foolishly otherwise. Alisaie gives a curt nod in return as a sign of her thanks before moving on. ]

And the ruffian-? Does he have a name?

[ She'll take her chances with the one who likes to fight. ]

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I don't know... He ran away before I could really get it. [ For some reason, being called 'beautiful' and told you smell nice while covered in blood creeped Dean out. Bizarre. ]

But he was covered in blood.

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Covered in blood... how suspicious indeed. [ Definitely not beautiful if anyone was asking her. ]

Perhaps it was for the best you didn't get his name lest you be dragged into the same sort of trouble.

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[ It's just a matter of taste, alas. ]

Aww...are you worried about me? [ Because that would be so touching and sweet, and maybe this means he's got a good target for bed-bugging later. ]

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Not particularly. [ Honest enough. ]

You seem as if you have a capable head on your shoulders. Worrying about one who can take care of themselves will only serve as a distraction.

[ Unless he does need help. Then she may have to wilt on her opinion and cave. ]