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[billionboy]

OH, SHIT, CAESAR-- [ The voice sounds panicked since he is accesses the telepathy first to get obviously Caesar's attention before -- ] FUCK -- shit -- rocks! Ah! That hur-- ow! How long is -- goddamn hill! Ack! Ow-ow-ow-- shitfuckass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

...Oof.

[ Long pause, muffled. ] I tripped.

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[girasole]

To be fair I've seen...

[There is a pause large enough to fit Ifrit through.] Well. Some of these powers. It's likely a matter of time before we have someone scream something like you said.

[songbird_slayer]

That's... oh dear. I suppose the problems are the same no matter what world you end up in. I think I'll keep my eyes peeled for something that feels like summoning magic.

Few things feel more helpless than conjuring an otherworldly creature and hoping it doesn't decide to thank you by smashing you into a paste. Unfortunately, it happens a little too often in my world.

[girasole]

That sounds...

[Verbs. Actually, no, he'll settle for a noun. Or even an adjective.] Difficult. A little too often?

[...

He's going to regret asking, and yet he has to ask.] Forgive me for asking, but...has it ever happened to you? [PLEASE SAY NO.]

[songbird_slayer]

[She sighed. You could almost sense the fingers massaging the temples.]

Such creatures in our world are called 'Primals', ever hungry for magic and hard up for mortals to subjugate. Even the ones that summon them.

I've been on my fair share of clean-up crews to send them back from whence they came.

[girasole]

My condolences. I can tell already that you deserve better than that.

[Said with sincerity. And not even terribly faked sincerity, because basically what he heard was, "Yeah, so, back home I work as a exterminator and I fumigate places, except I fumigate them with magic and the cockroaches are actually large and possibly from space." Some things are universal.

Shitty jobs are one of them. There's patterns to these things. You don't need to be from the same world to understand things like, well, plumbers, latrine cleaners, and, in this case, terrible extermination jobs.]

[songbird_slayer]

[There's a moment's quiet. A girl needs a moment to work out intent, especially when she's lived in a sea of false sincerity. Even with her moment, she's unsure. Who might this be...?]

Goodness, that's quite kind of you. But I do wonder what I'm deserved, all things considered.

[girasole]

[Conversations are like songs. They have rhythms.]

Something better. Besides that, I don't know. I don't know what your world is like. I don't even know your name.

[songbird_slayer]

Madhuri of Eorzea. You could say the primals are the least of anyone's problems. Imperial incursion, thousand-year wars with dragons, oh... you could write a book, I'll tell you that much.

[girasole]

Caesar, but I imagine you figured that out. You sound like this island would be a vacation to you.

[songbird_slayer]

At every note! Though I could do with less initial stomach upset.

At any rate, I promised Okuyasu a meal should we reach a source of more edibles, by the by. The same is extended to you, dear Caesar. I always make too much.

Consider it a cultural constant for a xaela woman to feed new comrades. Or maybe that's just my tribe.

[girasole]

You're very generous. I'd offer you something in return, but right now the only thing I can really do right now is... [Is it really only this?] ...glow. [And punch things but there's not really that much in the way of punching that needs to be had.]

[songbird_slayer]

I get the feeling this isn't a sparkling personality joke... you don't sound terribly thrilled, dear.

[girasole]

If you want to know the ironic part it's that if I was able to do this before I could have saved myself a lot of trouble, maybe saved a life, and could spend the rest of my life eating gelato by the canals and not have to worry about a thing.

[You know, just saying.]

[songbird_slayer]

[Something in the connection shuddered just then. After a moment, there was something akin to water, something warm coupled with the taste of salt. But once the shuddering ceased, bringing with it a newfound clarity, that odd sensory whatever-that-was stopped completely.]

...I'm sorry. I can only imagine how that must feel.

[girasole]

[All of that hadn't gone unnoticed, and this is a- well.]

Really, I'm glad you only can imagine and don't actually know what it's like. Given the choice I'd rather it happen to myself over you. Especially given what you've told me of your world. The worst I have to deal with on a daily basis are [vampires and alien shit] muggers and petty thieves.

[songbird_slayer]

Despite that, a mugger is nothing to sneeze at. Daily, though? What on earth do you get up to?

[girasole]

I grew up in a rough neighborhood.

[And this was the sound of facts dancing a merry jig.] It's not the sort of thing I try to dwell on, though.

[songbird_slayer]

Keyword being 'try', of course. To think of all the helpless people they target...

[She sighed.] The cabaret I'm employed with sits in a very troubled city on the lower levels. Muggers and the like in ample supply. The bouncers are paid well for good reason, but...

[girasole]

Criminals always find a way. Believe me, I'm well aware.

[songbird_slayer]

They didn't find a way around the alternative use of stilettos, however. That was an interesting day for the local authorities.

[girasole]

... [...he's so glad he never- he might be glad because that sounds like it could be fun, but probably not. He's probably glad he never had to be on the receiving end of that.

Okay.

There.] I weep for their souls and their future attempts at raising children.

[songbird_slayer]

Perhaps they'll teach manners to the next generation, rather than how to try and manhandle a lady who might be really good with a weapon.

At any rate, how goes your search? I do hope Okuyasu hasn't broken anything and he just doesn't know it yet- o-oh. Uhm. Maybe I should ask him to wiggle his toes or something!

[girasole]

This isn't the stupidest thing I've done in regards to searching for someone, so take that as you will. Still, I think I have an idea of where he is. Could you do me a favor? [...] If anyone you know is a healer, could you ask them if they could be...

[...] ...around? Just in case.

[songbird_slayer]

Yes. I'll ask around right now, and I'll forward your names.