Complete Private ✪ Finweald Off The Record

[Lune]

"Hey, at least this world has magic~"

"Yeah, instead of being robbed with a gun in a random alley, they'll just cast Avada Kedavra on me." But funnily, Terrasphere was kind of safer when it comes to everyday living, probably because she casts magic better than most, and usual bandits won't dare to mess with someone who walks around with one horn on their head.

The fact that there's magic for absolutely everything helps. Except for controlling metals. What's up with that?

Beleg was going to say something, but stopped and did not follow through. Lune decided not to inquire in case it wasn't a matter that she should push. The woman turned to him, and his face seemed as if he had perhaps thought, seen, or noticed something.

"Hm, yeah, be logging off soon. I'm cooking a large portion of chicken tonight, so I'll make sure to bring some upstairs." She'll just go back to the hidden settlement and log off on the bed, leaving her in-game body there like usual.

"Send me a list of what you’re looking for later, I’ll keep an eye out next time I’m around Falderen."

"Ah, I forgot you can just freely go there. I'm kind of a persona non grata." It's not like she was totally banned from Falderen, but the eyes and judgment from the city guards and knights felt like max-level racism. With a few gestures and some presses, a fountain pen and a sheet of paper materialized from her inventory. "In fact, I'll just write down some leads that might be useful."

> Any magical artifacts or devices
> Syndral fractus
> Great white tree and hallucinogen
> Divine magic sources and how they work
> Anything about demons really

Finishing writing the stuff down, she passed the paper to the blonde, "There."

@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

"Hah, at least that feels special... who knows, maybe I’d get to be ‘The Girl That Lived ’or some shit." Honestly, she pitied the poor fool that dared to actually try. Her mastery over magic had developed decently enough that Lúthien even felt confident enough venturing towards the Naryu Canyon once…

She remained oblivious to whatever sights had caused Beleg to fall silent; the act itself not exactly uncommon, though the edges of his brows remained closer than usual despite his best attempts to sport a neutral expression. There were plenty of thoughts he wished to voice out, held back by the possible complications the answers could bring… and the uncomfortable familiarity that he couldn’t explain.

One of the many perks when you lived in the same building as your friends. "Yuuum, can’t wait to try it~" Valeria always made sure to cook extra to share with Dayeon and Nico, and she wasn’t the only one.

"I mean, as ‘free’ as they’ll allow of course. " Relationships remained strained ever since the initial Szofrit incident and, while on the surface things seemed to have smoothed over, the feeling of being watched was one that Lúthien could never shake off whenever she visited any of the regions belonging to Falderen.

A golden eyebrow quietly raised as Lune summoned pen and paper instead of just sending a comm’s message to her, though the elf made no mention of it as she watched her unnie scribbled down a few things. Convenient as their UI could be, it could easily become a hindrance when glitches popped up.

"Damn, and here I thought the MIT nerds were busy." Her brows furrowed at the unusual words in the second bullet point, before the third completely derailed whatever train of thought Lúthien might’ve had about it. "Oh right, that fucker..."

Unexpected tidings had brought her close to Lübeck some time ago and, to her vast surprise, no trace or memory about a particular white tree could be found when she’d pried. It’s not like a fucking tree can just get up and leave... A part of Lúthien couldn’t help but wonder if it had all just been a collective nightmare of sorts ‘caused by interwoven dreamscapes, but recent events and issues had pushed that thought to the darkest corners of her mind.

"I’ll let you know if I find anything useful~" After all, it wasn’t uncommon for a dusty scroll or forgotten tomes to become misplaced in big libraries… sometimes even crossing vast territories and borders due t o he sticky fingers of a certain blonde elf.

@Lune