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[ Rishfee sounds exhausted, a touch downhearted, and if anything, unwell in this transmission.

There is a small amount of fumbling, as it's rather apparent that even though Rishfee's managed to work out how these things run and what they do he has absolutely no idea how it works. Yes, his voice is faint. He's probably holding the communicator upside down. but lolwtf @ electricity - he's doing damned well to even get this far.]

...This Organization - the ones that appear to be controlling all of this.
Location would be useful. ... Their numbers, as well.

[He trails off slightly, wondering if he should add more. He merely adds this, as more of an afterthought.]

I thank you for any information you can give.

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I-Immor -

[confused Naja is terrible confused and growing annoyed] Kid, you need to starrrt makin' some sense, because I really am not followin' ya. I've got no business with the court Puppetmaster - and why would I? Court is the keyworrd of that sentence. I know my company is great an' all, but I can't see why any member of the courrt would seek me out.

Yes, the Immortals. My role is to guard the Divine Empress and occasionally, other members of the court. At least you remember what that word means.

[sry Naja, he's not in the best of moods himself.] Aphmau was sanctioned by the Divine Empress to investigate the ruins of the Ashu Talif, following sightings of the ship close to Halvung and Nashmau. Aphmau then decided to contract you to provide her with support via one mercenary. A middle-lander, new to your employ. The last I recall, you were rather pleased about that fact and declaring the payment of which would keep your company well off for a few years.

Out of interest, were any Linkshells of yours smashed upon arrival?

[again her surprise is warring with her annoyance] Payment for years... but that would mean - [she needs to quit musing aloud] Whitegate only just opened its ports. Middle-Landers in my employment? Tch, I barrely have had any worthwhile applicants! I wouldn't send such new blood with someone of high standing - I have more rrrespect for the Empire than that!

...Both Shantotto and now you... [suddenly there's a loud slam] I'm sick of it! Just when this city starrts to make sense, something shows up and gets as tangled as Aydeewa! How is it you two can keep spoutin' knowledge that I don't have?! [another slam, and oh, sorry Rishfee, she seems to have forgotten about your question]

[Ports opening...? There's a loud gasp. Normally he wouldn't buy this at all, but she sounds too surprised and too damn angry to be lying. And he's seen her lie. She isn't good at it - not at all. He talks to the clattering of the mithra no doubt banging that morgenstern against whatever she can reach.]

...
Y-you're from the past! The ports have been opened to foreign mercenaries for over a year now, the Divine Empress proclaiming it as she deemed of age and named as successor... This... how?

[another period of musing. To say he's surprised is an understatement. Needless to say! No matter the fact that his version of present time!Naja would know that "Aphmau" is actually Nashmeira herself, this Naja wouldn't. So she doesn't exactly know how drastic this is.]

...You didn't exactly have much of a choice when it happened. The lady Aphmau's automation Ovjang chose the mercenary. The middle-lander was in your office at the time, and your attempts to pass the mercenary off as a shabby looking mannequin weren't fruitful.

Naja, I'll remind you.
Your Linkpearls?

A year?! How is that possible?! [she calms after a moment of panic, remembering about Paixao, and the fact that it shouldn't be possible to have a city in a castle] It's this city. This place - Castle Oblivion. Nothing ever makes sense.

[sigh]

I didn't arrive with them. Abquhbah was futzin' with them before I found myself displaced here.

[His voice changes, and it becomes very soft. It's apparent he's thrown aside his usual mannerism (the kind that's universal to all Immortals) and is talking as himself now, without any need to command fear from the recipient or to be in control.]

Please. You must tell me everything you know about this place. I need to understand it and I need to speak with this Organization - use force if I have to.

I have evidence that the Dark Rider has risen, collected from Wajoam Woodlands. Ephremad has risen as well -- Luzaf the Blackheart walks again as a ghost - conspiring with the Beastmen to burn Whitegate to nothing. Your mercenary reported to me that other Fomors, captains of Luzaf's fleet have risen from the grave. The Lady Aphmau will die. Luzaf will have her head when he realizes who she is.

Myself and Amnaf believe Ragnarok is due to repeat itself, and I must return to tell the Grand Vizier of details of what is to come. Only then can the Empire face Luzaf and the Dark Rider. Surprise will kill us all - and the entirity of the continent. Your homeland included.

[she's silent for a surprisingly long moment, considering his words]

You're saying in your time, I was present? That the company was still under my reign even though I've been in this place for over half a year?

[don't worry Rishfee, she'll give you some answers, after she gets her own questions out of the way]

[It's hard to understand for him. Because the Empire's version of science just... isn't there. Well, there's alchemy! But that's only good for creating monsters like him and failed monsters like the Lamia, so. On the plus side, the steel colossus looks a bit similar to a large hadron collider?]

Yes. Meaning two possibilities.
Somehow... we're duplicated... and copies of us have been sent here while we're still living our lives. Or, time itself has branched, and we're both missing in Imperial Whitegate, on two separate branches of reality. I honestly don't know.

Lovely. Great. I don't know which is worse...

Well, okay. Answers. This city is held, apparrently, inside a place called Castle Oblivion. There's more than one place held within, too. Thrrough this church kind of place ya can get to this trropical spot. Some folk call it Destiny Islands. There's another, completely different, area beyond that. [She leaves it at that. Naja does not like Halloween Town. She'll avoid talking about it as much as possible.]

I've only spoken with one member of the Organization [as far as she knows] when the rrrotten little mutt kidnapped one of my Sentinels. They keep themselves out of rrreach and aren't going to come just because ya want 'em to. Bet anyone that's been kidnapped by those mitts could tell ya more about the group, but good luck gettin' any of those folks to talk about it much.

Thank you, Naja.

May I speak to your sentinel? Names of the other ones which were kidnapped would be appreciated as well. I'll attempt to loosen their tongues.

She's not here. As for the others... [she trails off] Best to try the community as a whole.

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