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[delincuente]

[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]

Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.

Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

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[stoccado]

[Asuna's listened to some other conversations, and she's suddenly aware people left out a very important piece of information when they explained things to her.]

You were here before? And you remember?

[delincuente]

Every beautiful goddamn second.

[Sorry girl.]

[stoccado]

Has that happened before that you're aware of?

[Really, what a piece of info to leave out.]

[delincuente]

Yeah, like, all the time. You need to get out more, kid.

["Kid". Coming from someone who barely looks Asuna's own age.]

[stoccado]

Wha-- [Wow, super rude!] Get out to where exactly?

[delincuente]

[Okay, she walked right into that one.]

... The Iskaulit? I-D-K. I hear there's a super cool art studio over there. Run by a super cool lady.