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140 - 1907

Aria Forzane. Leave a message after the tone.

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1/?

[baddragoon]

Aria, where is my motorcycle?

2/?

[baddragoon]

I know it was you, Aria. Despite whatever delusions you may hold stealth is not one of your strengths.

3/?

[baddragoon]

aria answer me

done

[baddragoon]

aria i don't care if you're the warrior of light i will end you as many times as it takes

[recitations]

aren't we touchy, attached already?

[baddragoon]

[ messages typed but never sent:

keep your thieving hands to yourself

don't touch my things

by the gods when i find you

until finally: ]

irksome wretched creature

text at a vERY reasonable hour, actually —;

[huntrlx]

Hi! I'm a

[ roommate? too formal

girlfriend?? god that's not even true

friend???

friend ]

friend of Jinu's ^^

He gave me your number for emergencies but I wanted to introduce myself first

So hi! I'm Rumi

[recitations]

[ Oh, the "roommate". ]

It's a pleasure, Rumi. Aria Forzane.

Can you float through windows, too?

[huntrlx]

[ Can she —

What? What the hell have they — oh, right. He did mention something about having to go through her window, which at the moment had only made her more weirded out by the story.

But now ... well, no.

It's still weird. ]

Ah, no, just old-fashioned climbing through windows via ladders for me

He really floated through your window to deliver lunch, huh?

[baddragoon]

Cid's here.

[recitations]

Cid Garlond?

[baddragoon]

Do you know of any other Cids?

nebulously november-ish

[exarched]

Aria, if you have a moment to spare, I wanted to consult you regarding your expertise of healing magicks.

[recitations]

For you? Whenever. What is it?

[exarched]

[ Don't make his heart flutter like that, Aria. ]

Thank you.

I've been helping a friend learn how to manipulate aether with the intent of employing some low-level curative spells. He has been an attentive student and all seemed to be going well, but recently something strange happened: when treating an injury, his patient was indeed healed, however the injury was transferred to him.

Have you ever seen or heard of something like that before?

early december

[soulshard]

[ During this: ]

Aria.
Estinien is here looking for you.

[recitations]

why

ohf uck

[soulshard]

[ ??? She doesn't usually mistype like this. ]

Aria?
Is everything alright?

jan event, while in acreage

[soulshard]

Aria.
The thing with the smoke is happening again.

[ After Ardbert's run-in with the Midnight Skinner, he'd contacted Aria about a strange incident with inky black smoke emitting from a wound at his neck. Odd as it had been, both of them had suspected that it was the killer's involvement that had caused it.

This time, though? Ardbert has no such excuse.

Is it a bad idea to dump this on her after what happened on the train? Maybe. But she would be even more upset if he didn't tell her, so here they are. ]

[recitations]

[ Immediately: ]

Duration, location, prior events, any other details that are different from the last time.

[soulshard]

[ All business, fair enough. Ardbert knows how Aria is when she has a mystery to solve. ]

About twenty seconds, the field where the bubble ball matches are happening, in the middle of a match with Alisaie and Alphinaud, and it isn't blood this time. The smoke started coming out of my ears and nostrils.

It seems to be done now.

mid-late january; 1/2

[soulshard]

We have a cat now.

[soulshard]

[ Hmm, maybe he got too excited. ]

If that's alright?

[recitations]

Can they fly?

Mid February

[baddragoon]

My lance has lost all structural integrity. What must I procure in order for you to fix it