[After much plotting and planning behinds the scenes, Augustine finally decides to put his plans into fruition. He's done enough investigating regarding this manner to feel confident enough to act.

Time to cause a little public discourse. He must keep the conversation going. Maybe the perpetrators involved will slip up. Augustine can only hope.

No one can resist a good bonfire after all, especially the firestorm that Marco vows to bring.]

Why does it take such drastic measures for one man to seek the justice that should come freely?

[He's referencing the chaos transpiring within Genessia City as of late.]

Is it because he's deemed unworthy in your eyes? Or is it because justice has a price that only be paid for in red bills?

Either way, you spectators should feel some sort of shame here. Marco's character shouldn't come into question when he's a victim in all this.

Surely if you were missing a loved one, you would scorch the earth in search of them.

Following a certain conversation with a certain droid, Obi-Wan was left reeling. Much like he had been with the news of his Master's death. Except this time, the news at the entire Jedi Order being exterminated, is a much deeper and more profound pain.

At first he was in shock, completely caught off guard. Then there was the denial. It couldn't possibly be true. There was no way the Jedi could be completely eradicated from the galaxy. But his sense of reason eventually won out, and he knew that the probability that the droid was lying was almost none. Then followed a deep sorrow and depression.

After several of his Pokemon disappeared, Obi-Wan decided to retreat to the forests of Fayren. Seeking a peaceful environment to think and to meditate. It was the only thing he could think to do. There would be no comfort in seeking the people from his galaxy. Most of which were strangers or he barely knew. With one exception of course. But no... he was not ready to talk about it.

Thus he placed himself in the hollow of an old tree, sitting there in silence for days. The rain falling all around him. His cloak pulled around him and his hood pulled over his head. The tree only providing partial protection from the elements. But he didn't much care. In his arms, a small green fairy-like creature was nestled in, making comforting cooing sounds.

During that time, there was complete radio silence from Obi-Wan. Nor any sign of him.

Eventually though, he realized he couldn't just sit there forever. Though he was just as lost as before, only finding minimal comfort and strength from the Force and his Pokemon. He finally would appear wandering the streets of Fayren in the cold rain. Though he didn't seem all that concerned. His Celebi taking shelter under his wet hood. Large blue eyes peeking out from behind his braid.

Can anyone suggest a good place to go that's quiet and out of the way and has a lot of room? Somewhere where I won't be disturbing anyone? I've looked around, but I'm not entirely sure what's occupied and what's not around this place yet and I'd hate to intrude on anyone.

I just need somewhere to go where I can think about some things.

[And she had a lot to think about from her tone. Maybe something was even bothering her, though she didn't seem to be telling anyone what that something was.]

What a mess.

[The fire people are there, but there's a lot of ruined wreckage around. People have come and gone, but Tsukasa takes a picture.]

Well, time to help out I suppose.

[After clearing it with the firemen, Tsukasa held up his belt and strapped it on.} Henshin!

[Changing to Decade, he threw in another card, changing to OOO. And then he changed to OOO Gatakiriba. And then Attack Ride Multiplication. And then a third of the five dozen transformed Decades changed to Wizard Water and a third to Wizard Flame and OOO SaiGoZou.]

Time to get to work. [Chorused the entire team of Riders as they swarmed the area like well oiled machine. And Tsukasa's main body? He was kicking back supervising as Decade.

And then they started singing as they began clean up.]

Locked from Hikari

Okay... I think I have this sorted so a certain someone can't hear this. But I need to ask for a tiny bit of help before the 14th rolls around. Just a case of tips and advice about cooking. I must admit I can do basic stuff but uh... What I have planned is a lot more than I would normally do, so tips and advice will benefit me greatly.

Also... any advice to not feel nervous would be a plus.

[Because even though it's a week away, it's slowly starting to make him more and more nervous.]

Locked to Mimi

Can I have like...a moment of your time. I need to show you something and get your advice on it as well and talk about where you'll be next week?

Locked to Hikari

I hope you are having a fun day at work, Hikari. Just wanted to check if you were doing anything next week?

I don't know how many of you know of Earth. I'm not entirely convinced yet that this isn't some sort of Void anomaly causing this place to be trapped in some sort of rift between dimensions. However, I have accepted that I am, for the time being, stuck here. As such, I've decided to put down all the details of Earth as I can. Mostly for my own benefit than anything else. If what I have to tell isn't interesting to you, I do not blame you for disregarding this message, but this is my story, and the story of my family.

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Hello, Genessians. As you all will have no doubt noticed, a hostage crisis has just come and gone, and it's hardly the first nor even the most dire situation of its kind. Though it was resolved without significant loss of innocent life, many of you have expressed concerns to the effect that it never should have escalated to that stage in the first place.

Back in Eorzea, I was a member of an organization dedicated to the resolution of situations like this. Kidnapping and worse are more common there, because the Beast tribes often supplement their summoning rituals with sacrifice - and oft times, the authorities are too late to rescue the poor souls stolen from their beds because of bureaucratic red tape. The Scions were the sword they could not be, a blade of light against the darkness - one that could strike without waiting for the machinations of bureaucrats to deem the cause 'worthy'.

They could do this because they had already won the approval of the Grand Companies, as well as the individual nations' monarchs. When rogue gods shook the realm, pirates bloodied the waters where the Maelstrom could not reach, poachers stalked the Twelveswood, or dragons darkened the skies of Ishgard, we were there. Ours was oft a thankless task; many times were we even vilified. But none could say we did not do what was needed.

I propose to open a branch of that organization here, in Genessia. A group of individuals with skills suited to the task of roving the land and seeking out trouble wherever it may roost, dealing with threats both too large and too small for the established authorities to handle. A sort of special operations force, one that can move about independently of the Guardians, who must needs defend their own cities first.

I do not offer this service idly, nor easily, for I must confess that this very job has cost me much and more in Eorzea. Blood, and tears. Bright lives lost far too early, great men and women hewn down by forces they could not hope to oppose, and the dagger of betrayal - all have sought out my doorstep.

If you would seek me out, come to the Meteor tavern in Fayren. I'll be waiting.

((OOC note: Sick mun alert. Tags will come in bursts. Fair warning.))