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[promiselisting]

[ It'd kinda taken a backseat with everything else going on, but there's still something that's been bothering her a bit. She could just dismiss it as a kid making things up but... after everything she's experienced here, and back home, she's got a gut feeling there's more to it.

She can't search the internet like she used to but... well that doesn't mean crowdsourcing is off the table. ]

Hey, did anybody else run into a weird girl on their first day here? A little kid, blonde hair.

Also does anybody know what the name of this "linkshell" means? Kali Shashidhwaja. She mentioned that, along with telling me that "she" would try to hurt me if I ever lost it and was alone.

[ As a final note, she added the two pictures the girl had doodled, described as follows: " There was a crude drawing of a feminine figure with purple eyes standing over what appeared to be the corpses of a human and a moogle, looking a bit eerily similar to Futaba and her moogle even though the drawing was crude. " Along with "This time the figures looking like Futaba and her moogle were standing alive, and were surrounded by other figures. They faced toward the purple-eyed figure, who seemed to be fleeing."

And now, to see what information others might have... ]

Comments

[studdedcouncilprez]

[There was something that comment which made Makoto smile. There was the poetry in how he describe the treachery that she appreciated.]

You are probably right. I'm just not ready to think that much ill of people.

But trust me, if I find out that they are are keeping secrets that endangers us all, I will be there to make them pay.

[acceptedlife]

[What can he say? Experience is the best teacher, after all. Now if only text could convey a sardonic smirk...]

I don't want to, either... but unfortunately, I've come to expect it. Thanks to where I was first summoned from.

Keep your optimism. You and those around you'll need it.

[studdedcouncilprez]

I'll try.

I'll admit sometimes it is hard.

[She pauses as she considers what he just said. While she knows that he has already done more than enough to reveal what he has. She can't help but wonder if she should ask what he meant. In the end, she decides its better to keep that rock unturned.]

For what its worth, I hope you find what you lost.

It sounds like you deserve it.

[As she sends that messages her eyes scans her iMog if he mentions anything else, fully expecting that to be the end.]

[acceptedlife]

[He's grateful for that, more for her sake than his own. He's... accepted it, long ago. But that doesn't mean he'd subject others to that torment. No one deserves it.]

It usually is, though it helps knowing you aren't alone, right?

And... thanks.