The Seventh Dream - voice and action (backdated to Monday)
[This one starts off with a splash, like someone threw a rock into a pond.]
Oww... stupid Malnosso jerks.
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Well, at least I'm even cuter now, hee hee. Hey, dad, mom... they turned me into one of those "mogul" things!
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Ugh... I don't feel so good. Um, if someone's... where is this... if someone's by the lake, can you help me get home? ...Just ( Read more... )
Oww... stupid Malnosso jerks.
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Well, at least I'm even cuter now, hee hee. Hey, dad, mom... they turned me into one of those "mogul" things!
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Ugh... I don't feel so good. Um, if someone's... where is this... if someone's by the lake, can you help me get home? ...Just ( Read more... )
... The lake? That's so far... But Robert has to come get her. He has to.
Maybe the Hamatos will help. For now, he scrabbles for his journal with green, striped fingers and pulls it open, hurriedly responding to the voice.]
M-Miss Aislinn...!
Are you alright, beyond the effects of the experiment? [Because she was mallynapped. He saw what that did to Helios.]
You are at the lake? Which one, if you know? [Please don't let it be the mountain lake...] If not... perhaps there is some other way to see you... a signalling system perhaps?
[Is it dangerous out there for such a small girl who seems to be something even smaller? Robert is honestly kind of panicking here, though his rationality lets him keep his cool even with that fear welling up in his chest.]
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[Vivi scrambles off as best she can on her tiny moogle feet. Robert/Don might catch a startled squeak and a splash, along with a bit of grumbling.]
[When she gets back to the journal, she's panting. Why is walking so hard now? D: I mean, besides the moogleness throwing her off.] Okay, um... it's the southern lake. I'm pretty sure.
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[Mike wanders in, pretty steady on his new legs. He kind of likes the way they thunk against the floor when he walks.
Who're you talking to, Robert?]
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Sick? [She'll require definite medical attention when she's retrieved, then. It might simply be her new body, yes, but...]
... Southern lake, alright.
[And to Mike - and now Don, because Robert might notice him since he's looking up (though if he's out of vision Robert probably won't)...] It's Miss Aislinn, my foster daughter here in Luceti. She's been returned from her kidnapping, and the Malnosso left her at the southern lake. [His voice is the same kind of strictly-professional, suppressing-panic tone that he used with Helios.]
... I don't know how I am going to get there. [Some of Robert's fear gets through, glittering in his gray turtle eyes.]
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[He glances at his arriving brother, who appears, in terms of his walking ability, to be just at that skill level where Mike habitually abandons all caution and tries something way out of his league.]
[Don decides to indulge this weakness.]
Do you want to go, or should I?
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[You have created a monster.]
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[You might catch the sounds of her trying to get the water out of her newfound fur.]
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I would be immensely grateful. [Grateful beyond his ability to effectively put into words.]
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[Oh ho ho ho, Mike's already jumping carefully in place in anticipation, hooves clacking. This is gonna be funnnn.
Robert? Meet the single-mindedness of Mike. His dislike of you and Don is completely overridden by his desire to a. help someone and b. RUN AS FAST AS A HORSE.
Just tell him where.]
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[And because you clearly weren't paying attention to where you should be running at such reckless speeds:] The southern lake. Need directions?
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[Yes. Yes he does.
Also, you are a horrible manipulator of a brother.]
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Straight south. The river will be to your west. At horse-speeds, might take you an hour or so.
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Okay. And... what am I looking for? A little girl? What's she look like?
[He'd hate to rescue the wrong person, after all.]
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Miss Aislinn, would you please describe your current form to us in as much detail as you can give? I do not recognize the... "mogul" species you mentioned, and it would be very helpful for Michelangelo to be able to identify you.
Any other identification would be vastly appreciated. Do you still have that hat of yours? [That hat is nearly unmistakable, even if Robert doesn't know what kind of hat it is.]
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[The camera blurs and moves for a bit, but eventually settles down. There's only scenery in-frame until a disoriented-looking moogle with a behatted pompom stumbles into view.]
This is what I got turned into. Look for this when you get here, okay? I think I'll be fine until then...
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