text; another mystery to uncover...!

[alborada]

[ The look on Sylvarie’s face could be nothing other than apprehension as she looks down at her slate resting on the floor between them, chewing her lip softly. ]

Do you think this is a good idea? Should we maybe ask the Director first? Or even Mogaruru?

[ Lean shakes his head in response, regarding Sylvarie with a slightly amused expression. ]


It’s okay. Given the circumstances, we’re doing them a favour. Press the button when you’re ready.

[ Well, could she really be ready given they have absolutely no reference for who they are dealing with other than a dislike of Comic Sans (a wise choice)? Breathing out, Sylvarie looks to Lean straight in the eyes despite the low lighting of her bedroom. ]

If anything happens to my slate, may I borrow yours? [ Either way, her finger is hovering over that button. ]

[ There’s a moment where the young man visibly hesitates, feeling uncomfortable with the notion of sharing his personal data with someone else… but seeing no other options, Lean eventually agrees.]

F-fair enough. As fair as I know, Moogles can fix anything on the spot, though. [ Either way, he’d rather hope nothing happens, commenting with a nod. ] Go on.

[ Then the real message begins and their feed goes live, in text format to start for the sake of politeness. ]

> Excuse us, um..

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We do not mean to disturb you if it is a late hour where you are. We were simply wondering if, as someone with whom we share this Linkshell, you may be willing to discuss some questions with us? Regarding the greyed names.

> We have been aware of your presence for a long while now, yet you have decided not to reveal your true self. Why? What is your purpose?

[ Lean, you are getting a Look. ]

And if this format doesn’t work for you, we may do video instead? ヽ(´o｀；

[ What? An emogi might help relax them all. ]

((ooc: though addressing killerofworlds specifically, you are welcome to threadjack and add a few questions! fellow coworkers, feel free to seek out your night owls. ))

Comments

[a2lsbgvyb2z3b3jsza]

Hi Ira ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

I don't know if that means anything to me, but it sure does to you (＠_＠)

[acceptedlife]

That's not my name. [Not anymore.]

I ask for a reason, because it doesn't just mean something to me. It means something to a lot of us.

[Everyone, if he's right.]

[a2lsbgvyb2z3b3jsza]

But that is is still one of the words that define you, isn't it? (◕‿-)

Takeshi. Ira. Riku. Replica.

Words can give many forms. Takeshi is the identity you are currently assuming. All of those names define an aspect of who you are, yet none of them are really you (◕︵◕)

It's not a criticism. I can relate actually.

[acceptedlife]

Were I younger, I'd actually be phased by that. At least I have a name to give and don't hide behind a code people have to decipher.

Try again, anon.

[It's a very good thing that he's far too used to biting back; that sass is second nature. If it wasn't, it would have been obvious.]

[a2lsbgvyb2z3b3jsza]

Don't take it so personally (◕︿◕✿)

I told you I relate too.

[acceptedlife]

A tip, then: when someone decides to air out the dirty laundry of another, they tend to get defensive. While I have accepted myself for what I am, others may not have.

[The younger him hasn't. He can see that envy shine in those cyan eyes. Invidia, not ira; a green-eyed snake that coils and lashes out rather than thinks; a boy who covets what he thinks he cannot have because of their circumstances of their creation.

Had it really been eight years ago that he'd thought the same?]

But thanks; you gave me something to think about.