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 The sentence never is completed, Alisaie growing more withdrawn as regret chews away at her.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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[ 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.

[pneumo]

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.

[pneumo]

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. ]

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[pneumo]

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.

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[pneumo]

You sure don't mince words do you, huh? [ He's not sure whether to be flattered or hurt by that?? ]

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[ It was meant to be a compliment but she pauses, wondering if she did misspeak at some point. ] No, I do not.

Words are meant to educate and guide one along towards the progress of knowledge. Using them carelessly... that behavior is better suited for diplomats.

[pneumo]

As in politicians, you mean? [ Because he isn't all that familiar with the use of the word 'diplomat' compared to the one he suggested. For all he knows she could be referring to something else entirely. ]