[At first, there was nothing but silence. No static, no grainy feed, and not even a view of the New Feather who owned this journal. It was as if the journal was in the middle of a soundless void. That is until a loud frustrated growl ruins this silence, followed by a few curses too foul to say around your little ones.]
Where the heck am I!?
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Sorry, that name sounded like a friend of mine. Anyway, I'm Rydia, and helping out with the Welcome Center. If you have any questions, feel free to stop in or just ask over the journal.
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[He paused briefly.]
You must be friends with that girl. What was her na--oh yeah! Porom, right? Yep, spoke to her earlier.
Nice to meetcha, Rydia. I'm Rygdea.
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...I'm not sure what you mean by 'online'. Some form of magic?
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[Whoa. Did this woman just label the world wide web as 'magic' just now? Rygdea has to correct that.]
And no, the internet isn't magical. It's a interconnected computer network that allows data and information to be passed through cyberspace.
Don't you have the internet in your world or anything like it?
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Internet? No, but that sounds a bit like what we do over these journals, doesn't it?
...I shouldn't be asking the questions, anyway. Doubtless you have plenty that are a lot more relevant to our situation. Sorry about that.
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[Rygdea chuckled.]
Don't worry about it, Rydia. I don't mind the questions, but I do have few of my own.
[The playfulness in his tone takes its leave now, replaced with a much more serious one.]
Tell me everythin' you know about the Malnosso.
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...I will, but not over this. You can meet me at the Welcome Center.
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Alright, I'll see you soon. I'm going to hunt down somethin' to wear first.
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[A brief, very rough sketch and an X to mark the spot.]
I'll see you soon, then!
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[While the map she drew wasn't exactly the best, it was good enough to help him find the Welcome Center. The people in this town were adamant about helping the newcomers, something that Rygdea was honestly thankful for. Looking around for a moment for cheery woman, Rygdea eyed a few fliers left upon a nearby billboard.]
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Hello again!
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Oh...hi.
[Wow. Do all the women in Luceti look like her, or is he just that lucky?]
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Please, have a seat. Would you like anything in the way of refreshment?
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Whatever you got would do! I'm not picky or anything.
[He never really was fond of the color green, but now it seems he has a reason to be. Rydia is just stunning. She makes poor Fang look like an ugly duckling, not that he would ever say that to Fang's face. That woman is ornery enough.
Sitting down at the nearest chair, Rygdea forcefully took his eyes off the beautiful woman.]
So, you run this place? The Center, I mean.
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