The World

Noct rearranges her inventory so that the items are in the correct order, then pulls them out so that the other items may be added to complete the name.

~After she has all of the items~

Zalera: ...Is anything happening?

"Gimme a sec," Noct said. She then arranged them to spell out AROMA.

Euryale: ...How 'bout now?

<Think the order of A's might matter?>

Noct switched around the A's.

Zalera: Let me guess. Still nothing.

Monudon:<Maybe we need to be in a specific location....>

Noct shrugged, "I'm at a loss."

"Is it still a bunch of separate vids, or is it one item now?" Mortal asked.

Luna: Waste of time.

*Luna begins down the main path of Dun Loireag. Zalera sighs.*

Zalera: Maybe they were really just useless data fragments. I guess we might as well save & plan our next move.

*Monudon shrugs*

<I guess so......Maybe we should sleep on it.>

Noct shrugged again, "Well, if no one has anything else, I'm going to log off."

Monudon:<Wait, can we all exchange member addresses first? So it'll be easier to meet up again.>

Luna: No.

*Luna keeps walking towards the Recorder.*

Thiera: Don't you want to save first?

Noct was already walking over to the recorder, "I don't really want to give out my contact info either."

Mortal let out a small sigh, and said, "Lets trade contact info. I can get into contact with Noct."

Sab also traded contact info with Monu.

*Luna finishes up with the Recorder & steps aside to let Noctis in. Thiera & Euryale don't really want to trade information, but do so anyway, so as not to appear rude.*

Zalera: I'll pass. You can get to me through one of them.

*Monudon trades information with those who traded with him*

<Sounds good, thanks guys.>

*Monudon waits in line to save*

Noct saves, Mortal saves, Sab saves, and then they log off.

OOC: Screw it, I'll just timeskip. Anyone with one of the video files will be able to see it.

Zalera: ...What the shit?

*The next day, Zalera had gone to gain some EXP. Unfortunately, it was one of those situations where he was quickly surrounded by almost a dozen monsters, so he had to make a break for it & Gate Out. He only managed to take down 1 puny goblin-type, but he figured that EXP was EXP, so he should save. That's when he found himself face-to-face with a giant white sack of wound silk covering half of the Recorder. A Blademaster with a sickle-shaped sword, rusty armor, a frayed black cape, & a hockey mask runs up, saves his game, & runs off, like he can't even see it. The 3rd once since Zalera started standing there. Behind her, Thiera walks up.*

Thiera: Hey there...umm...what are you looking at?

*Zalera turns around.*

Zalera: What, you mean you can't see it?

*Monudon gates in, and waves at Zalera and Thiera*

Monudon:<'Morning! What's going on?>

Noct appeared nearby, then asked, "What is up with the recorder?"

Zalera: It is now pulsing. YEEE gods that is unsettling.

*Euryale Gates In, then takes a step back.*

Euryale: "Yeeeee"?

Zalera: "Ye." Like in Old English. I suppose the software doesn't translate it.

*Zalera takes one of his knives & pokes it. As he does so, he tears a hole in it, & a hand comes out & grabs his wrist. Of course, he starts stabbing it with his other weapon, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything.*

*Monudon runs over and stabs at the hand*

"Do you need help?" Noct asked, not really wanting to rush into that bullshit.

*The cocoon begins to disintegrate as Aroma pulls herself out of it. Golden light surrounds her body, feet, arms, & a narrow band of her head, as it reforms her dress, boots, opera gloves, & headband. She partially opens her eyes, & hangs limply from Zalera's wrist, looking barely conscious.*

Kaochin: Whoa, where did she come from?!

Bolt: What class do you think she is?