driftfleet | VIDEO ▿ marsiva

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 The sentence never is completed, Alisaie growing more withdrawn as regret chews away at her.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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[ Now that is an interesting sight. She didn't notice it before, but his ears seem to move in response to his emotions much like a wolf's would. ]

Ah, there is hardly need for any of that. [ As far as she's concerned, he didn't mean any harm by it so why hold it against him? Forgive and forget. ]

I'm not so simpleminded as to remain fixated on a mistake. Pray give me your name and that of your father as you have already named the remaining two... elves? [ That's the right word, wasn't it? ]

[He seems cautious and wary. It's in his eyes-- which are peculiar to her, surely-- even as he lifts his gaze to hers once more.]

Belthazar Spellscry, of the Bishop. Adrasteius is my father; he resides on the Bishop as well.

A-and you are?

[FUCK, HE STUTTERED, HE WAS DOING SO GOOD.]

[ The Bishop must be one of the ships that are a part of this so-called fleet of the stars. A rather interesting name for one. Memorizing what they are called by may not do her any good for now but if she were to locate someone seeking out either one of those names, she could at the very least direct to them to the proper ship. ]

Alisaie Leveilleur, of the... [ Pause. ] What was the name of this vessel again?

[ Whether the fumble was intentional or not remains hard to distinguish as she looks thoughtfully off to the side. ]

[Oh good, she's not making fun of him.]

Marsiva. Everyone wakes up there until they're teleported onto one of the smaller ships.

[He pauses before deciding to impart some helpful advice (for once). She is an elf, and also a girl, and... well... she's pretty...]

If you don't like the ship you are assigned to, you can transfer to a different one.

[ Belth keep it in your pants. ] I imagine I won't like any ship regardless.

[ She wants to be home, not here. ]

Why would one transfer? Discord among the crew or--[ Alisaie pauses, looking him over thoughtfully. ]--to reunite with family?

[He's spoken for anyway. Not that he knows it.] Well, no, but you will have an easier time of things if you can find one that won't drive you to insanity.

[He nods at that last part.] I haven't transferred before, but Adra did so he could be with me. Sometimes friends from the same world like to be near each other as well.

[ Alisaie doubts there's anyone from home here. So far no one's heard of any of the places she's suggested and the general reaction towards her manner of speech hasn't aided to good thoughts. ]

This is good information to know. You have my thanks. [ Reaching over to grip her other arm, she stands there unsure of what to say next. Talking with others wasn't really her specialty unless she was gathering information and by now it seems the well of knowledge was endless. ]

How... old are you? [ A bit personal of a question to ask, but she's not sure what else to say. ]

[He's definitely picked up more slang and casual speech as he's lived here. It's hard not to, when everyone drops vowels and letters except you.]

It's nothing.

[He's far from noticing her lack of social graces. His are far, far worse.]

About sixty in human years, but... elves age slowly on my world, so I am closer to seventeen.

[He looks twelve. He knows this.]

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