[OOC: The AU plotting thing is here. Backdated if needed because I haven't been able to post this yet.]


[The feed seems to be turned on by accident as you can see the usually cheerful blonde girl looking... a little different from normal... Perhaps besides the skimpier outfit than she normally wears, there's something different about her demeanor.]

I'm hungry! You. Go make me something to eat before I get angry.

[While she's laying about lazily, she pointed to a familiar looking blue haired girl. The scarf matches at least..... Pointing to the older looking person in the room with angel wings.]

And you, Angel. I'm bored. Since the Prinny Squad isn't here to kick around, you'll have to do. Entertain me.

[Looking down, she noticed the feed was on. With that, she took it and turned it off with no further need for it.]


[From the distance, you might notice Rikku dressed as a pirate. It's not like it's all that much different from being a thief, but she's found a new Dressphere to toy with. So even though she's not really on a pirate ship, she's having fun with a makeshift one while she sings to herself.]

Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me~

[She's alone... right? What does it matter. Why not bother her.]


[While she's having fun with her new Dressphere.... it seems that she's now unable to talk. Or rather... Everything she says is automatically in her native tongue, Al Bhed. She was just trying to address everyone when it kicked in and wouldn't stop.]

Arr~ Give me your booty! It'll be easier to -- zicd cinnahtan ouin kem. Vun dra pudr uv ic.*

[She paused for a moment. Did she just...?]

E cyet... Cinnahtan-- Rao! Fro lyh'd E dymg nekrd?**

[A moment later, she found a notebook to write what she was trying to say.]

That's not cool, Genessia... Let me speak....

[OOC: * - just surrender your gil. For the both of us.
** - I said... Surrender-- Hey! Why can't I talk right?]


[One thing that Rose sort of forgot about when she went from Wonderland and then came here was her bond. Her bond with Lissa was so strong but it had been proved to nullify while she was in Wonderland. It's been no different while she's been in Genessia. Although it didn't help when she suddenly felt an strangely now foreign sensation. Suddenly she couldn't see what she had seen before being thrown into someone else's vision. But how.... how was it possible? Lissa wasn't here. Rose made damn sure of that. So why was her bond acting up suddenly? It was only for a moment, but once Rose felt somebody else's emotions... saw what they saw.... She couldn't dismiss the fact that it was back.]

Who..... is it. Why am I seeing these things? Lissa better not be hear or I'll cut a bitch.


[Why did she feel such... rage? Rose had always been violent, careless, and reckless, but this... this was not her own rage. She knew herself better than that. This was definitely somebody else. She also knew exactly how Lissa felt and this wasn't her. At least she wasn't there with verifying this. She also felt.... shame? Why?]


[OOC: Both of these two girls will be unaffected for the event, so feel free to tag them too if you'd like.]

Melt my Obstinate Heart

Cereal. The the greatest human invention to ever grace this beautiful earth. Not the ambitious machines that can breach the atmosphere into the great beyond. Not the complex electronic devices designed to process things no human ever could with mind or on paper. Not even sliced bread could compare! She would have to tell her sister about it when she got home. The modern world had so many wonderful things!

Koishi was sitting at Satsuki's table, spoon in hand, hat set carefully off to one side, the felt having been lovingly brushed down to remain uniform. Its presence in the center of the table (along with the little youkai's constant happy sounds) acted as a beacon. It helped mark Koishi's presence in a place greatly easing the burden of trying to detect and remain aware of the smallest resident.

“Thank you Miss White!” She chimed, kicking her feet a little bit, hair still messy. She had slept on the couch last night. Or, more specifically, in a couch fort constructed of every pillow she could get her hands on. It was a wonder Satsuki put up with her. At least Koishi had taken time to put all the cushions away... sort of... kind of... she tried to. They weren't exactly neat and some weren't even in the right places, but it's the thought that counts, right?

It started as a tickle in the back of Koishi's mind. One she didn't give much thought to. An awareness that started slow, but was soon spreading rapidly through her mind like wildfire. Her mind burning, prickling like a deadened limb regaining feeling. And it wouldn't stop.

The youkai's jaw tensed, head leaning forward, fingertips rising to massage her temples, then cover her face, then clutch at her hair, pulling, then tearing at it. Small whimpers turned to groans which became shrieks as her mind boiled.

Everything. She could see everything!

She curled forward, the cereal bowl rolling across the table, trailing milk as she desperately tried to focus through the sudden onslaught of mental presence. Her hand wrapped around something and she pulled, pain blossoming in her left temple. Shrieking, she let go just as quickly, a familiar blue cord swaying into the corner of her vision. One she had not seen in over a century. Her third eye was laying on the table, the once static organ twitching and rolling in its socket, trying to process the sudden onslaught of information, the frosted surface clearing to show a deep, vibrant green.

[After the initial shock of waking up in a strange place, Ejava is relieved to find that at least her armor and daiklave--a suit of articulated plate and a massively oversized curved sword, both artifacts constructed of magical green Jade--are with her in the cocoon. After donning her armor and examining the contents of the small box she was given, it doesn't take long for the general to realize she's not in Creation anymore.

The videophone is an unusual device, but Ejava has used stranger First Age artifacts before, and with the instructions included in the pamphlet, it proves easy enough to operate.]

Video
[A hard-faced redheaded woman appears on the video feed. Her green plate armor is adorned with thornlike spikes on the pauldrons as well as vine and rose designs.]

This is Strategos Tepet Ejava of the Vermillion Legion. Any Dragonblooded receiving this broadcast, report immediately.

[When no fellow Terrestrial Exalted answer, she quickly concludes that none are present. Though not without political differences, the Dragonblooded would certainly band together in a situation like this.]

Any mortal soldier of the Realm, report to me at once.

[General Tepet leaves the channel open for return communications as she steps outside to scout the surrounding terrain.]

[Waking up in an unusual place like this was something that Mnemon couldn't really have planned for. After her moment of mixed frustration, confusion and unfamiliarity, she gathered up her belongings, including her masterfully crafted armor and daiklave made of white jade. Her Emerald Thurible, her typical headwear and a valuable artifact in its own right, thankfully had made the trip as well. Mnemon was at least pleased that her favoured posessions were intact, and indeed, not stolen by some fortuitous mortals. And then the question shifted to where exactly she was. It certainly didn't seem like anywhere in Creation. Mnemon had a creeping suspicion that this place was some other world, entirely. Or deep in the Wyld. And yet, it all seemed, with exception of her awakening, too 'ordered'.]

[Mnemon eventually managed to activate the 'videophone' device after reading over the documents pertaining to it, and hoped that someone would explain themselves for so unceremoniously bringing her to a mere hole in the ground. Someone, mortal being or no, that would deserved punishment.]

Video:

[Sure enough, a redheaded figure tunes into a new video feed. She seems to be a woman of rather regal bearing clad in set of white jade armor and an unusual tiara-like headpiece with a seemingly huge sword close at hand. She doesn't immediately say anything, but her regal bearing and cold smile was present for all to see. A moment later, she spoke, her tone carrying a similar feeling to her expression.]

"Mnemon, the rightful heir of the Scarlet Throne, requires your attention. If any Dragonblooded have found themselves here, make yourselves known, especially those who bear my name. Being so far from the Realm gives neither you nor Mortals any excuse to stop heeding my words." [Beat. Looks like she might have to wait, if any backup was indeed on the way. Her smile eventually changed to frustration as she realized this wasn't working out how she planned.] "I demand to know where I am and what's transpired. My patience grows thin..."