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 The sentence never is completed, Alisaie growing more withdrawn as regret chews away at her.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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There's no need for any of that. [ The apology, that is. What good is it coming from another in the same situation as herself, which she assumes he's in if he's arrived... how long is a day again? She's never heard of such a term before.

She takes in a deep breath and does what she can to calm herself. A heated head will only cause things she should pick up on to evaporate and right now she needs every little thing chronicled in that brain of hers. ]

Would it do either of us any good to ask what here is? [ If he doesn't know, she'll invite him along to explore. Two heads are usually better than one when it comes to traveling to new places. ]

[astrobleme]

[Shinji has overheard the explanation of this place several times over, but very few of the details have stuck with him. They're unbelievable. Even worse, they're impossible. His mind is much more analytical than it is imaginative. The more he thinks about intergalactic reality shows, the less any of it makes sense. It's a problem.

He sighs and looks down at the floor.] This is the Marsiva... It's a spaceship, a holding cell. We might be going somewhere else. I don't know. [But he isn't exactly content with not knowing. Ignorance is a wellspring of death. That's why he says,] Do you want to have a look around?

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If you would accompany me. [ Now the pressure of a decision has been placed squarely on his shoulders. ]

Pursuing this course alone means that any secrets I may unearth will die with me should I be placed in danger. It would be wise for us to remain together if we are both prisoners. [ Holding up a hand, she'll try to call forth some spell to see if she could. Sparks of light swirl around her fingers but they don't look all that impressive. ]

Without my grimoire, I cannot focus. If we are to run into something pressing, we should flee. The most I can will with my mind alone are spells that could distract our enemy, nothing more.

[astrobleme]

[... well, in addition to having a fancy manner of speech, this girl seems to be even more cynical than he is. Shinji would be impressed if he weren't vaguely concerned. He can't imagine what she's gone through if she's talking about unearthing secrets and dying alone. Scary stuff.]

Mm, someone told me this place isn't a prison. I haven't seen any guards, at least... No one should notice us if we don't cause trouble. [He's very good at fading into the background. Alisaie, meanwhile, is producing flickers of light out of thin air. Shinji blinks, blinks again, then looks down at his own hand, gloved though it is. He's wearing a sleek purple bodysuit with a heavier jacket hanging over it.]

What's a grimoire?

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[ At least they are both equally dressed like fools. ] A grimoire is a magical focus with pages filled of geometrical runes. An arcanist would use it to strengthen their spells and summons.

[ Alisaie pauses, lowering her hand as she looks him over. ] Are you not familiar with the arcane?

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[Magical focus. Geometrical runes. Arcanist. Spells and summons. Those could very well be the esoteric elements of a video game. Shinji can't say he's too well-versed here, but one of his roommates enjoyed that kind of recreation. Finally, he notices the pointed, elven quality of Alisaie's ears. Probably not cosplay. Huh.]

Where I'm from, magic isn't... uhh, real. [Is that an offensive thing to say? He winces inwardly. Even Angel-sealing hex glyphs had a scientific explanation.] But it sounds amazing. And complicated.

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[ If it's cosplay, it's pretty authentic. ] It isn't real?

[ While it's not the strangest thing to happen upon today, it does pale in comparison to being abducted. Their captors have to be magical beings if they were pulling people from different worlds after all. ]

Perhaps if time is willing we could evaluate your potential. [ In the future.

For now, she rather focus on exploring this vessel for whatever trace of information she may find. ]

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P-Potential? [The potential for casting magic? Shinji is too tired and too polite to scoff at that, but he's a bit incredulous.] Oh, I don't know... about magic... [He shakes his head, looking down at his empty palm again. It's a guarantee that he will be a disappointment.

In any case, Alisaie knows less about the Marsiva than he does. He's willing to step away and head in the direction he knows best: towards the cafeteria.] I'm, [he says, then pauses for an awkwardly placed breath. He feels weird. Pins and needles. Potential.] I'm Shinji. What's your name?

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[ Oh, that's right. Where were her manners again? Honestly there are days where she feels as if her brother stole all the charm while they were in the womb together. ]

Alisaie Leveilleur. [ Uncommon, and pretty French sounding. ] From the nation of Sharlayan.

I suppose you haven't heard of it?

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[Fancy name. And that's an even fancier name for a nation.] I'm not a geography expert, seriously, but I don't think I've heard of Sharlayan... [Maybe it's somewhere in Europe? Shinji sighs inwardly. He's going to chalk this up to another case of alternate universes. It would be exciting if it didn't make him feel nauseated.]

I'm from Japan. It's located in the western Pacific Ocean, if that's familiar at all.