It does so seem that Edward's efforts are proving to be remarkably adept at picking up thought.

[ larsa's voice might seem scratchy to some--weary to others, like he's spent more than a day awake. as larsa starts to fall ill and show signs of sickness, the more he's tried to circumvent, to no avail. countless experiments have kept him up, trying to adjust the dosage and herbs he's used, but they only treat symptoms. he waits for a moment, then pipes up again. ]

Perhaps to a more potent degree than any of us could have imagined. I suppose a word to exercise caution for those who are testing may be worthwhile. Nevertheless--

[ his voice becomes garbled and drowned out by an exchange between a deeper voice and his own, distant and far away. ]

Observe well, Larsa. Watch and mark you the suffering of one who must rule, yet lacks the power.

No. No, Brother. I will not. Though I lack your power, I will still persist.

Bold words, child.

--I would prefer to inquire as to something that has been bothering my person as of late. Whilst Archadia is hardly an empire without illness, it seems--

[ his voice fades again, but it is replaced by his own, much stronger and able, and then, another exchange without larsa's voice. ]

Attention. This is Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. My brother Vayne has died with honor in battle. The Imperial Fleet is now under my command!

--I have seen others--

Basch, look after Larsa, will you? If House Solidor should crumble, the Empire would fall, and civil war would take us all.

I understand.

Lord Larsa is our last hope.

--should others be aware of this situation or be among the few who have a skillset in healing, I would be glad to discuss this.

Thank you, for your time.

[ She was bored. So very bored. She wasn't training, because that's what they wanted from her, and the last thing Merida wanted to do was satisfy the people who wanted her to fight for them. She wouldn't do it. She wouldn't! And that was the end of it.

However, this didn't leave her with much to do. She wandered the city, even explored a bit of the Outlands, but she didn't go far. She was daring, but she wasn't stupid. She knew this world was dangerous, and she didn't want to lose her head without a good reason.

So she finally takes the painstaking time to learn to use the strange device she had been given upon her arrival. It took her plenty of attempts to get it working properly, and even when she does, there are several segments of very brief footage of the redheaded princess growling at her tablet in frustration. ]

Oi, is it working now? About time. [ She clears her throat. ] I want someone to tell me more about the land outside this city. [ It was much too crowded, too cluttered here. She wanted a freer space. ] A good place to explore, t'actually, you know, move around - that's what I'm lookin' for. How do you even stand it in this city?

[ She taps her chin. ] An' while you're at it, tell me what you do around here t'keep busy. I'm goin' out of m'mind.

[ The video feed turns onto Medusa in her new apartment - expression serious before she begins to speak. ]

Greetings Exsilium. For those of you who do not know me, I am Queen Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon, and from this point forward I will be acting as a direct liaison between the Initiative and Transports. While previously discussed, my appointment now is in part due to the actions of those individuals who procured the space ship and the request for more transparency and warning of upcoming events from the Initiative.

My job, as it stands, is to make sure everyone is informed about upcoming missions and other news with ample time to prepare, rather than the hurried explanations that we are all familiar with at this point. Which is what brings me here before you now.

[ She straightens even further, hair spreading out to cover the rest of the screen that isn't taken up by her body. ]

Recently the Initiative has been working on technology to return those who are unwilling or unable to fight back to the universe of our origin. But it is new and unrefined, and the possible consequences include permanent relocation to a world not your own.

Which is why the Initiative requires a volunteer to return to his or her own universe. The portal will be unstable - it may not open to the correct universe or remain open for long. They also seek a small number of people to go as a security team to protect both the individual who's world you have hopefully traveled to and a number of Initiative members sent to examine the situation.

Again, I must stress that there is no accounting for the dangers one might face, and the consequences it may have for you, your universe, or the team that the Initiative will send with. Do not volunteer if you are hesitant or unprepared to deal with said consequences; however, if you have questions, I will do my utmost to answer them.

Furthermore, if there are any among you who wish to aid me as a liaison, please inform me at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.

( ooc|| Signups are still open and can be found here as well as ooc information! )

It is surprising, to hear of two holidays that hold such little in common with each other colliding on one day.

[ the feed has caught onto Larsa, awkwardly holding a bunch of candies. it seems like someone who's just passed by has just poured out a bunch into his cupped, gloved hands. he looks at all the chocolate and caramels and shuffles a little, with a grimace. ]

I... must admit to not having a fondness for sweets. If anyone would want these... please.

[ he sets them carefully into a little satchel beside him, atop a sketchbook that seems dog-eared and meticulously kept. he had watercolors next to him as well as a few brushes, but does not seem to draw attention to them. when he turns back to the feed, that awkwardness disappears, covered by a thin sheet of smiles as he struggles to keep his cheer about him in light of all that's happened. ]

I have heard of this 'Valentine's Day' and this day of Separation.

I have heard my full of Exsilium's Day of Separation--and gave gained trinkets abound due to my age. [ which he's so not going to go into. ]

Yet, I have heard little of this Day of Valentine's.

From what I have been able to gather, it is a day wherein love is celebrated, is it not? Committed relationships as well as passing fancies... it seems far more complicated than a mere day of Separation.

May I ask for a more detailed explanation from one who has celebrated such a holiday before?

[It's through poking and prodding alone that he's been able to figure out how the netbook works, and while he has taken the liberty of spooling through some of the more recent entries to try and figure out where he is and what's going on, none of what he's found has been conclusive. It's a deeply distrustful mini-prince that finds his way onscreen as a result, and although he's scowling impressively, there's a hint of fear in his eyes that hasn't been completely buried.]

To whoever kidnapped us, you aren't going to gain anything from imprisoning me. I'm not sure what you were thinking, but you can't have been paying attention to current events if you thought it was a good idea.

[Seriously, are you touched in the head or something? His scowl soon fades, though, if only because his audience has changed. This is probably a stupid idea, but--]

To everyone else, have you seen a girl with long, chestnut hair? Her eyes are closed, and she's in a wheelchair. If not her, have you seen a boy around my age with brown hair and green eyes? He's probably wearing a white shirt and big black pants that look like a dress.

They might be together, but I can't be sure. Please let me know if you've found either of them.

[For a second or two, he looks very much like he wants to add something else, but eventually, he thinks better of it and ends the entry.]

((ooc; Oh right, and anyone who's been paying attention may just notice that while Lelouch's previous entries deliberately had the name "Lelouch Lamperouge" tacked on them, this one says "Lelouch vi Britannia." Jsyk.))

[Fang's up...somewhere pretty high, up on the rooftop of a building. Looks like she's pulling a Batman and getting her brood on. She is in heavier, drabber clothing than usual (to her displeasure), save the scarf around her neck, which looks a fair bit more elaborate. Her spear is propped up nearby.

It almost seems as if she doesn't know she's being recorded, but then she speaks up:]

'Round this time of year, in Oerba — that's where I'm from — there would be big hunting parties. A last little bit of celebration before the chill and the frost set in from the mountains nearby. Suppose that'd be my version of this "Krissmiss" thing you lot have been going on about.

[She picks up the spear and stands to her feet. Stretches her free arm over her head.] When things started to go south, with the war and all...

[Another bout of stretching...] ...we couldn't do that no more. Not enough groups to go hunting, you see, and the land wasn't safe. The animals scattered. I figure they were smarter than we were. That's not much of a holiday story though, is it? Guess I'm in a reminiscing mood. But I was wondering: is there anything to hunt around here? Anything safe to eat? A spar'll only go so far.

[She tilts her head.] Have any of you ever hunted for your own food? There's gotta be someone around here who's not like... [Cocoon people. She waves a hand.]

Point is, I'm starting to go stir-crazy. Even Cocoon had some nature, here and there.

[ hello, Exsilium. Larsa carefully adjusts the camera before he gives a little nod to himself, and pulls back. he looks a little worn, but content nonetheless. ]

In the recent weeks I've found residence here, I've grown to learn that the medicines of the Initiative are not explicitly trusted by many of us.

My homeworld has a variety of medicines meant for both wounds and illnesses in the battlefield, and in my time as a student, I learned these recipes carefully. [ his gaze now goes to the small variety of bottles; the liquids inside differ in color and shimmer with ethereal light. ] Although many ingredients cannot be found here, there are reliable substitutes that work just as well.

[ and reminded of his rather... eventful gathering of ingredients, the corners of his mouth quirk up. ] To everyone who helped me collect, thank you. I am in your debt.

Its test run ran smoothly. Should anyone find themselves in need of a medicine and prefer not to turn to the Initiative, they are welcome to stop by Unit 304.

[ a brief nod to the camera. ]

Thank you.

Light! [ Sure hope you wanted one (1) two meter tall guy shouting over the network today, Exsilium, because you're going to get it. Snow shakes his tablet a few times for emphasis, yelling into his surroundings as much as the screen itself. ] Vanille! Fang! Hope! Sazh! C'mon, someone answer...

[ Well, scratch that. He rubs the back of his head for a moment, before setting the tablet down and turning away. ]

I'm gonna need some help here... Ladies! Mind lendin' me a hand?

[ The feed catches the summoning of said ladies, though the pair are onscreen only a moment before transforming into a motorbike which Snow gleefully leaps aboard. He gives a heroic thumbs-up pose to the tablet before snatching it back up, tossing the (still transmitting) thing into a coat pocket. ]

Haha, alright! Let's get this show on the road!

[It's not long before something else is heard in the distance, a sound akin to a low rumble, or perhaps a growl.

It's all but confirmed when that growl becomes a roar, and a little later, a voice that might be familiar to some speaks up:]

I'll take the sky! We'll cover more ground that way. [Fang adds, in a mutter:] They've gotta be around here somewhere. No way we all could've been separated that quickly...there's something else going on.

[ ooc; TL;DR IF YOU EVER WANTED TO BE ACCOSTED BY A GIANT MAN ON A LESBIAN MOTORCYCLE OR AN ATTRACTIVE LADY ON A DRAGON today is your lucky day because they will be hitting up everyone they come across in addition to answering the network. Tags will come from both in separate threads! ]

[ a gloved hand covers up the camera for a good moment before the holder slowly, but surely, lets it go. when it stays in place, he retracts his hand completely and smiles gently. Larsa doesn't look as regal as he seemed when he arrived--with a warm, dark sweatshirt on (and that's really all that's visible, though he's traded in his stockings and boots for some jeans earlier) that pretty much covers his still-gloved hands, he still looks like he's drowning in fabric. he still looks tiny in the standard issue desk, at barely over four feet, and most baffling of all, perhaps--

he has blueprints and recipes underneath his fingers. ]

Good evening. Forgive any mistakes on my part; though I've learned my way about this device, it proves tricky to operate outside of theory.

I am [ a quiet little pause that really shouldn't be there, because he really shouldn't be thinking about giving a false name, but... ] Larsa Solidor. Having arrived here naught a week past, there's much yet to learn of this new world and its inhabitants.

Upon searching the market, I have yet to find materials I've used in the past. Perhaps it would be too much to assume that others have suffered this exasperation as well. Are there any materials you have found substitutes for, from your home world?

Thank you, should you decide to answer.

[ ... ... ... ]

Though days have passed since my arrival, perhaps speaking here would serve to be helpful. If anyone should meet a man by the name of 'Judge Gabranth'--or... 'Noah fon Ronsenberg', I would... greatly appreciate if they could pass along a simple message that I am present. He may be in metal armor, though his appearance may yet have changed.

Thank you.

[ end feed. ]