[The feed turns on, and Locke's face is staring closely at the shell. The look is a little distant, but Locke snaps too. He didn't turn this thing on to stare at it all day long. He actually had a legitimate question, and then some.]

So when you get to the bottom of it, Eidolons are kind of like Espers. You can consider magicite as some sort of dying fragment of a crystal. And here, magic isn't really a skill that's derived solely from magical beings, but it's still an inherent part of nature itself.

There's a lot of parallels between all of our worlds. Distinctions. Hope you guys can follow where I'm going with this, yeah?

[Locke pauses momentarily, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His brows are furrowed, semi-lost in thought.]

Back where I'm from, we knew Ramuh, Shiva, and Ifrit— [Note, the past tense.] —chocobos and moogles weren't anything new, either. I'm pretty sure our world isn't the only one sharing a similar trait or two... or ten, with this place. If you think about it, it's more like we're all linked because our worlds are so similar to each other.

[Of course, finally... Locke gets to his point, looking straight at his audience. Kind of. He's maintaining eye contact, okay!! Except... even though Locke looks like he wants to say something more, he doesn't. He lets it go. Maybe he'll ask about that matter some other time.]

Well, now you have my two cents. Anyone care to share their thoughts on those dreams we all had?


((ooc; Relm and Cyan can feel free to either follow Locke to Mysidia or just handwave convincing him to leave them to their devices. I don't mind either way, really! Locke just needs to be at Mysidia to see Edgar and then he'll be going his merry way... somewhere... Christine, feel free to tag Edgar anywhere re: action or voice!))

[Once again, Rydia is solemn and blunt.]

I'm going to get right to the point with this one; Leviathan, Lord of All Waters is returning within the next few days...and he is not happy. I strongly warn against travel by sea until he calms down, for the safety of all. Please don't test Leviathan's patience, because I'm sure it would not end well. Just stay out of his way, and this will pass soon.

[ Enter one unhappy woman. There might be passing similarity to a certain fluffy chocobo headed SOLDIER, but really, it's only passing and hard to notice with the way she's scowling. The poor Namingway all but fled from her when he handed her the Linkshell with it's brief description of how to use it, and she's now got it flipped open, on video. She keeps glancing down -- probably looking at the map on the bottom screen, and she's walking fairly fast. ]

This had better not be some kind of sick joke. I have to get home.

[ A slight pause -- and she mutters to herself, barely audible. ] I think.

[Here we have little optimistic Relm, face covered in paint smiling into the feed.]

I’m willing to hold down a job as a personal artist, anyone who wants to get a portrait of themselves. I’m here! I’m offering at a very low price!!!

[A mild-mannered man in armor is looking at the feed curiously.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is Cyan Garamonde of Doma. I am in a strange place and I would like to know where I am? And has anyone seen my comrades? If so, can you let me know? Thank you.

[Then the feed ends.]

[An angry eleven year old is staring into the feed, she seems quite pissed beyond belief. ]

How did I even got here? This place is smell like fart! My old curd of a grandfather better be here! So I could go home.

[or even so......

If that Thief or green haired magic lady is here maybe they could help me leave this dump.....