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Well, that was an interesting letter to receive in the mail. Anyone else get one of these [He holds up that letter] or test them for prints ye-

[He starts to ask, before letting out a surprised "whoa!" and the muted sound of glass shattering followed by a rush of wind is carried through as the picture slightly distorts. It corrects itself just in time to see pale blue and white lights to his left as a pillow sails right where his head had been. He frowns at someone off-screen.]

Ivory, I said time out. [A moogle huffs in the background, but he sees that smirk. Why does he get the feeling she had been waiting for an excuse to throw small pillows at him for a while?] Anyway,

I can't believe someone went with the newspaper and magazine clipping cliche. It's such an old one.

[And then, privately to Takashi Shirogane.]

Hey, remember what I said on my birthday? You know, about yeeting swords?

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[ Ashelia enters another door. She takes a few moments at a counter to arrange for her travel, then begins walking towards the lounge. ]

It isn't quite, which is the problem. The form the King's, shall we say approach took changed every year. It was a sickness that brought back its victims as thralls, it summoned a giant fiend made of confectionery...the possibilities seem endless. What is sure is he and his followers will stop at nothing until he walks among us once more.

[Well, shit. That's good to know for the future but still that's... y i k e s.]

Well, considering they're leading us to a doll museum...

[Pls no giant moogle out of doll parts that's just creepy.]

Yes, a doll museum...

[ Ashelia sits at a stool. After a moment, a glass of red wine is pushed in front of her. She brings the glass to her kips, but stops. ]

...the Festival of Light. You attended, yes?

Well, hopefully that weird thought I had doesn't happen.

[He's putting on something that looks oddly like a flight jacket as he says it, and grabbing his keys.]

I was there, yeah. The dinner, too. [Well, may as well introduce himself. (He got used to people recognizing him from the Gauntlet, where he got second place. Shh.)] Noctis Lucis Caelum. I'm guessing you arrived not long before then?

Correct. I am the Lady Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca. [ She raises her glass in greeting. ]

I ask about the festival because...there were dolls. Dolls that looked like people I knew. People I met on Crystallis, people I'd known in Ivalice. Perhaps it's a coincidence, but so little has ever turned out to be just that.

[He nods back; he'd do the same, but drinking before a flight is generally frowned upon.]

I remember them. Didn't exactly stick around after I saw one that looked like someone from home.

[One he'd rather not name again, for his fiancee's sake.]

And considering the fact that it's right on the border of Sen Devadatta? I somehow doubt it is.

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Nor did I. I'd meant to follow up, to find out who ran the kiosk, but the revelations at the Empress' dinner distracted me.

That is, however, neither here nor there. [ Ashelia looks off-camera for a moment and nods. ] This was planned. Has been planned. For us. [ She gets up from her stool, finishing the last bit of wine. ] I'll meet you there. Don't be rash. Make no moves until we rendez-vous. I'm boarding now.

I mean, who wasn't?

[It is something they can kick themselves for later. There's the sound of a car door opening and closing as he sets the slate in a convenient little holster he had made for it in the Regalia.]

I'm waiting for two more, and I'll be there.

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