malnosso | [video, locked to luceti residents]

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[video, locked to luceti residents]

[ The message is locked to Luceti residents. It's a unique sort of filter rarely, if ever, seen on the residential journal system.

But, Luceti, you have a new resident. She switches on the video function, and somehow manages to look fairly calm. Those who assisted in her dramatic rescue attempt will perhaps recognize some of the changes about her; there are faint scars around her wrists and neck, noticeable only to the sharp-eyed or those who would know where to look. There is, however, one far more significant thing of note about her appearance: her wings. They are not as small as those of the residents, but they're not quite so big as the full-sized wings Lucetians might be used to seeing on those from outside the enclosure. They're a somewhat awkward medium size, and when she adjusts them with a sharp flap, a few feathers flutter away. They look strangely unkempt considering her otherwise neat appearance.

She sits at a table, the journal propped up to give a clear view of her, in a nondescript location. When she speaks, it's very different - those familiar with her unique style of speech will probably be surprised to hear the very slow, very clear, and very deliberate manner of her speech. Pronouncing words as slowly and clearly as she is may or may not be more irritating than her previous severely pronounced stutter. ]

Hello, Luceti. M-My name is Molly. I d-don't know which of you s-s-still recall who I am.

[ It's been a long time since her introduction almost two years ago, now. So dark, so bleak. She was so young, so scared. She feels so much older, now. Worlds older. ]

I must thank those of you wh-who c-c-came to get me. It was ap-p-p-- [ … ] I am grateful.

You must b-be wondering what I'm d-doing here. This m-may come as a surprise to many of you, b-but from this day forward I w-will be living am-m-mongst you in the enclosure.

[ This won't be the first time such an arrangement has occurred. But it certainly is under very different circumstances. ]

I c-cannot tell you wh-where, for my own safety. [ Her voice is carefully neutral, though it frosts on the outside edges, and her expression is not kind. ] But every so often, you w-will find me in a sh-shop in the central square. The c-c-clothes shop, t-to be exact. Wh-while I am there, I will b-be willing to talk t-to anyone who w-w-wishes to speak to me, a-a-a-- [ A breath. ] And answer your questions.

Those of you wh-who wish m-m-may bring me information you g-gather on your excursions outside of the enclosure. Those who d-do will b-be rewarded with information in exchange.

[ She lowers her eyes. Her hands twitch, briefly, as if she might raise them but thinks better of it at the last moment. She adjusts her head, moving her neck just so -- as if some phantom feeling were there, causing her discomfort.

But the moment passes, and she looks into the camera again. ]

I w-will t-take your questions now, if you have any.

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[Sure, he'll start off with one.]

How are you?

[Molly can have a healthy dose of skepticism. Or an unhealthily high one.]

First, I'd like to know why it is you're here.

[How...curious. They had no personal acquaintance, but--]

So you're Miss Molly?

...It's good to see that you're safe.

Your wings're bigger than usual! Why's that? And why "for your safety"? D'you think we'd hurt you? Are you going to be workin' at the clothes shop then? Do you like clothes? What kinda information are you tryin' to trade? Are you okay? Oh! And do you like tea? I like tea, and my grandpa says if we find leechi nuts ever again here we can maybe ask to plant them at Uncle Luke's farm!

I'm Ikki, by the way!

[Ordinarily Gregor would take more than a grain of salt if a Malnosso operative started talking about exchanging information, but she sounds like she's been through hell.]

Welcome to the village. I have two bottles of white wine, if you want them. Elegant anesthesia.

[Gai will bypass any pleasantries and go straight for the point-- he remembers what her wings looked like when he saw her on that mission, and this definitely isn't it.]

Your wings. What happened to them?

...Are you goin' through puberty or something?

[Will he go through wing-puberty too? fuu that'd be awkward]

You're welcome, sunshine.

[Hey Molly, remember your favorite villager ever?? Yeah, he helped save you, too.]

Why live in the village? Seems like an odd choice. Malnosso HQ not posh enough?

[As filtered as she can possibly make it.]

How are you feeling?

Molly. It's...it's nice to see that you're alright. [ Well as alright as anyone would be, after going through what she had. ] I'd say a welcome back dinner or cake was in order.

[ He tries to make the conversation light, adding in a laugh here. ] But, um, it's...very nice to see again.

Welcome, lady, but I'm afraid I must ask:

Does your presence here represent a tactical threat to this area?

[He'd rather know to start planning now, though he will anyway. But while he doesn't give two shits if most of the mortals burn, there are a few he's very concerned with, particularly the children.]

Edited 2012-10-13 05:12 (UTC)

[ Now this is interesting. ]

Why would you be asking about what we know of the outside?

[Oh this is a tough one. Because on the one hand, information is good. But on the other, she is just a worn-out looking young lady and the proper thing to do here would be to offer her distraction, not business!

... And Jiraiya is really kind of terrible at focusing on the important things when there is a lady around. Whoops.]

I do have a question!

... Can I take you out to dinner?

Hm. Welcome back to Luceti, Molly. [Not that being in the enclosure was really something to be happy about.]

Well then, my dear. Have we settled in? I do hope your accommodations are comfortable! It was quite a mess when I last saw it, but aha, I do believe the self repair Shifts would have taken care of that.

[Sue had initially been a bit cautious about checking on this, but she remembered Molly from the mission where she'd been shot. The source of all that work, and so she figured she'd at least say hello]

Good to see you're alive and well.

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