melodiesofkupo | text; another mystery to uncover...!

[ 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. ))

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[ Everyone is so chatty tonight.... ]

Okay so uh. If you have any way of strengthening your spam filters or adblocks or whatever I'd do that now.

Just. Trust me on this.

[When did Owen get here? Who knows. But he's crouched behind Lean and Sylvarie, watching them cautiously possibly summon a ghost. His eyebrow went up, easily able to see over their heads at the slate as they waited for a possible answer.]

What are you two doing?

[ The reply comes up two days later. ]

Why do you always try contacting me at the wrong time? I'm so busy. T_T
But at least it's not comic sans day, so no spam for you (~_^)

And I will stick to text if we converse, thank you.

Well. This is most certainly a thing to come back to. A public post, and this 'killerofworlds' person is playing twenty questions?

Forgive the intrusion, but if this is indeed an individual currently involved with a certain mutual acquaintance of the draconic persuasion...

It's easy to think that if you burn everything to ashes, all your problems will be solved. The world is unfair, uncaring, an endless pointless clockwork, spinning through the black with its springs running, inexorably, down.
If you can't find your happy ending, then surely the rest of the world shouldn't get one, either?

I'll say this much, whether you wish to listen to reason or not.
You won't like what happens if you follow this path to its conclusion. It won't bring you joy, it won't solve anything, and when you're stopped the only thing you'll feel is regret.

It's sent privately... but 'A2' may not keep it that way for long.

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